Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

May I introduce you He says with a smile. The mirror beckons Beguilingly. May I introduce Your lost reflection while The mirror beckons Threatens. Smile.

He loves the laugh-light dancing in her moon-lit eyes. She doesn’t see him. She’s his hope; unchanged. He took her place; dark vampire biting strangers.

“Gotta run!” Tom wasn’t running. “Better fly!” “Butterfly.” “Where?” Kat was so easily distracted. “You.” “I’m not.” “You’d better run.” Tom grabbed her. “Dragon’s coming.”

Three-hundred-and-seventy-five bottles, hanging on the wall…three-hundred-and-seventy-four, three-hundred-and-seventy-three… would it never end? The children sang. The man drove on—still haunted; ghostly voices singing songs eternally.