The Dead Know The Way
Chapter 10
The Dead Get Deader Again
From Horsehair to broom, the world got darker each and every day! Wheelhouse gave way to huntinghorse, and mechanical cog's to spaceway! "Damn it all!" Col. Wilkinson said to Johnny Boy, whose soul was his own to court around like Squire and Knight! "I'm a man, and now the Devil's underling! What I wouldn't give for a smoke!" and then there it was! Dangling on a string in front of him, he reached for it, cut it off with a knife he summoned and gave to his Squire Johnny Boy who held it on a white pillow, lit it and that was it! "Damn! Anything I want and it's out there for free for me!" The rest of the world was the same! Want it and you got it! Disease, Famine, War and Death were out there as well, all day and night if you wanted it, if not the same! One word was all it took to kill the light's and no one said it! "If I were you, I'd kill them all!" the Devil admonished once and then never spoke again! Not a word.
It was chaos! Darkness formed and left again as if it was normal! Day's and nights. No issues! Life moved on into the 20th century from the 19th, but the dead get deader! And again. And all broushaha gave way to nothing! It stayed the same! Hell on earth reigned for over a million years, longer than the 1000 years heaven gave to the believer! "1000 years in Heaven is an eternity on Earth!" the devil said not once, but we knew that was the truth of it all! The world was built on these thing's: peace, longevity and never getting enough! So we know it all, but never caressed the sweet longingness that was our mortality well enough to be bothered by these thing's never appearing to get us out of much good sleep! To say it as a know-it-all, Rance Spurgeon sputtered, "I'd have a kiss if it besuit's you madam!" and blushed off with his lip's purdy-like! He got a whiplash of her handkerchief in his face and shot her dead! It was in his memories where he did it again and again! They had left that pub with Harry laughing his ass off at Rance's antics! "Did you have to do that!?" he was pissing himself laughing! "For real!?" "Old buddy, you need a helping hand with the ladies! She was offering you everything and you only wanted a kiss?" "Fuck off!" Rance said, washing his hands with her handkerchief he stole! "It was prettier in the light's with it off of her head! Look, I found this!" He took out a silver glove, a diamond held in it his hand's shone in the darkness! "I got it off her dad the night before we met her at the bar tonight! See how it glow's?" Old fellow Rance Spurgeon had stolen a diamond off Betty Tomz and her dad groaned in the pit of his stomach! He was a gemsman who sold jewelery and more in Rottinghamsville, where they stayed a night not one more to fear it! "It's as if it give's the devil's shivers to hold it in the moonlight, eh Rance Spurgeon's friend Harry Townsend of the Pinkerton Agent's? Gonna kill me for it?" "You know I wouldn't do that old buddy!" he horn-handed it away! Go for it! was his speech patterned after darkness! He was evil and known for it! Never a rape to laid off. He was just a mean sort of person! Never stole a child's lunch. Never prayed, either, that man! And neither would Rance Spurgeon, but Rance would step on flowers if it pissed someone off! He was pure evil, Harry was a mean sort of lad! Neither was a toad. Women didn't hate them, but they were dry as bone's. Some guessed them for travelling Pinkerton Agent's, always. Nothing more.