Coin

John and Von meet Taboodja

 "You don't remember me do you?" said Tabood, his eyes rolling in his sockets like dry ball-bearings.

 

"Can't say that I do," said John.

 

"I suppose one don't care to remember the frailable. You know you need them, and you use them, use their life, take it like a man takes a breath, and you choose to not know, not remember."

 

"What is he talking about?" asked Von.

 

"I have no idea."

 

"Shut up. We're on gun law now. And I got the gun. You, old man. You know what this slag is?"

 

Von didn't answer.

 

"Ask anyone what a Kulmykian is. You'll get one answer--heartless, gutless filth. They think the universe is their b***h, a b***h grown tired and weary from rape and pillage. Even these common w****s here will tell you." Tabood motioned. Two metallic heads, one ruby-red, the other primrose-dawn, legged over. "Ask them."

 

Still no response from Von.

 

Muzzle to nose, cold blue metal shoved under Von's ruddy equine nose. "I said frailing ask them."

 

John nodded.

 

Von spoke. Tabood crossed his arms. Lights neon reflected off his living armor. His eyes narrowing in satisfaction. The ruby-red w***e lifted her squamata, and voided her bladder. Von appeared unimpressed. Tossing her shiny metallic locks back, she stood, turning her bare back to Von, and where neither words nor bladder could convey, the scars of a horrific quirting spoke in gouache welts purple and red as if worms aboded under her skin. Von scratched his head. It didn't itch.

 

"You've made your point," said John. "What do you want?"

 

"If I were a creature of karma, I'd turn you in to your own kind. I understand they would feed on your flesh like weak acid. If I were Kulmykian, I'd frail you in your arse right here, right now for the downtrodden to relish. But I'm not Kylmykian nor do I believe in karma."

 

"Spit it out. What do you want then?"

 

"Coin."

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"I suppose one don't care to remember the frailable. You know you need them, and you use them, use their life, take it like a man takes a breath, and you choose to not know, not remember"

Your talents with different styles,( thriller, sci-fi, erotica, romantic poetry) is amazing...storytelling at its best!!