And the moon turned red
“Hello big guy, them muscles ripple like an oily snake”.
“Leave my guy alone Sussie, Malc belongs to me tonight”
“No he don’t, this is a free house, if you don’t like it tough”
“Now girls I got enough for all of you, I is well known for delivering”
“Girls girls, decorum decorum, this must be a house of repute, as madam of this glorious house of ill repute, the men always get the say as to which gal they want, as long as it’s me. You know the rules. Malc’s my man. If you don’t like it leave”.
“pardon me, Ma’am, but I be man enough for all of you. Can’t we have an all in tonight. I been a long time cutting trees in that damned forest, now I wants a bower full of gals and lots of feathers, me axe will swing tonight”.
That night the house rocked like an earth quake had occourred. Neighbors say that even the moon turned bright red.
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Some night and some man Malc!
It still amazes me, that we Writers can produce such dramas, thank you for commenting, it is good to get feedback.
Yikes. What a tale.
I agree, it amazes me where such tales we Writers come up with appear from. Thanking you James for the comment
Goodness me, surely Malc just wants a rest after all that work. He certainly will after this night!
He certainly will, I think Sigmund Freud would have something to say about it
Ha ha ha, you are on a roll with your risque stories Michael .
It does seem so, but time will tell. I have a opening line for my next post, on flash fiction for aspiring writers. Not so sure yet as to how the dialogue will develop. I liked your feedback, thank you. Mike
A woodsman of renown!
A twisty little tale. And everyone’s happy.
Happy will do fine for me, thank you Jules
I think Malc needs his own story
All in good time Susan, all in good time.