While Dublin Tracks Melted

Unsaved works were indeed deleted. Lost forever except in my mind. Let's see where we were when.

Then they boarded Dublin's midnight train. The railway tracks began to melt. Molly's hat was all he felt. Molly stood six foot three bearfooted. Earl was lame legged not brained. He kissed the nape of her neck. He figured "oh what the heck." His name was on her check One of her chins was cleft. Earl's libido got up and left. He dialed up seven erogenous zones. Molly was alone on her phone

Earl wanted to talk some more. Molly wanted to sleep and snore.

"Have you ever met Marlon Brando."

"If I did, I didn't know."

Earl tried to break the tension

"Dumbo trank and trank until he was trunk."

Molly responded with bored condesencion

"Shut up and go to sleep."

Rolling stones gather no remorse. Tony didn't get whacked, we did. And like that it was over.