After the extremely long hiatus and a grotesque case of writer's block, I'm back!
I've recently come across a swarm of songs that had slipped my mind for the last few years.
Upon hearing their seductive and entracing sound, a muse blessed me with a story to tell.
As usual, all characters are of my own creation, all lyrics I do NOT own or claim to own in any way.
Any similarties or what not to any LIVING persons is purely coiencidence blah blah etc etc.
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This story is one that will echo on into the far reaches of the future.
To be forever remembered until the day his soul reaches its rest.
We start in a little 1940's bar where the smoke from the ladies cigarettes is thick and the drinks are quick.
The radio spits out news of war approaching its end while the jukebox spews the popular songs from the time.
Some are dancing but most are sitting at the bar throwing back their drinks in a sleepy way.
There's a man sitting at the end of the bar, closest to the door.
His fedora looks a little dusty but his suit is crisp and clean, almost like new.
Even his shoes shine like mirrors.
But look closer, see the tiny rip at the knee of his pants. Or the dirt at the elbows of his suit jacket and at his collar.
A pair of some-what mangled half-lens glasses lay on the laquered dark wood of the bar and reflect an image of the mans lower face just below his eyes.
A strong jaw accompanied by soft lips and a perfect nose.
The door opens, letting in a burst of light in the dim, smokey place.
The woman that just came in shrieks with joy when she sees the man sitting there.
"OH DONNY!! You're back already! Isn't it swell, Donny! This awful war is almost over!" she nearly was yelling as she threw herself against the man and kissed his cheeks wildly.
"I just KNEW you'd be in this old place. When Mary-ellen told me her husband was due back tomorrow, I just KNEW you were back already! Oh donny, I missed you so much! Did you bring anything back for me, Donny?" she threw her arms around his neck, laughing and smiling.
The man named Donny turns to face her, now you can see half of his whole face. His eyes are a rich verdant green, his cheeks are covered with lipstick prints. His expression is one of slight befuddlement yet he still looks happy.
"Now Janice, you know I couldnt carry much back. I got you one of their coins though... I know its really not much but I got sick over there you know. I was quarantined for most of the time." his voice was soft and calm but a hint of gruffness that said he was no push-over.
He took the small foreign coin from his pocket and gave it to her.
Her eyes lit up as she examined the coin.
"Well I'll be! Look at that, they've got holes through the middle of 'em! Why do you suppose they do that, donny?"
Janice held the coin up to her eye and looked through it while donny finished his beer.
The glasses, still sitting there on the counter, reflected the scene like a supernatural movie clip.