I was looking for a street light bright enough to see my map. Damn how did it get so dark, so quickly? And I just had the book open to the right spot, what the hell?
I heard him before I saw him.
“Damn this place is confusin’. And why does everyone keep calling me Brian?”
I grinned and threw my arms around him, thankful for someone who knew these streets better than me.
As Jake and I walked, I felt the darkness growing thicker.
“Have they changed anythin’? Why is it so confusin?”
I walked closer to Jake as we made our way back to the French Quarter, feeling the cold darkness biting at our heels. Didn’t he feel that?
By the time I saw the hotel, the blackness was all around us. He was carrying on as normal.
“I’m fuckin’ starvin’. Ya think they got dinner ready to go or will we have to get room service?”
I felt it, cold, slimy, around my shoulder, my scream was caught in my throat. It hurled me to the ground and Jake just laughed.
“Two left feet there babe? Come on stop fuckin around, we gotta eat.”
It tore at the leg of my jeans and one of the long tendrils whipping out from the cloud sliced into my leg…
I shot straight up in bed, breathing hard and fast. These were the mornings I missed him. I missed him every morning but today…
I let the nagging dream go, not concentrating on the darkness like I should.
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