The Friday Tale
The restaurant is bare today, and I sigh in relief. This is just how I like it. Empty with no one else in it.
This is what I want.
I made contact with The One Below centuries ago back in Dahomey, and we made a pact. A meal for a meal. That was the deal, that was what was needed.
I was a younger man then, back when my bones didn’t creak, back when my vision didn’t shake, back when my mind…