Knee Length Productions Presents-
A Tribute to Reincarnation
"Preposterous," I replied. The sap was razzing me.
"Not preposterous; enamorous. Don't be a wet blanket- she's a doll. We're swingin' at The Garden tonight," he tried again.
It was a hopeless endeavor, I knew the dame, and the danger she posed. Love didn't allow for army, and with such a Sheba I'd be dead gone with her. Love seemed such a nasty, dragging condition in the first place. Why would a soul search for so daft a joy?
"Swell. However, I'm not the pushover you think I am," I reiterated. Muttering foul things, he lumbered off. The man knew me too well to think I should do such a thing.
I came back to reality with an air of sadness. When I now knew love, I so dearly wanted this haunting lady of my past. I could barely recall her last name, although her face had burnt a hole in my reasoning. For eighty years I'd been regretting the loss of a chance at her, and now she had come back to me. She had the same eyes. She possessed the same smile. The same face captured the same voice all pertaining to this same Bella. Destiny had called to me. Life had given me a second chance.
And I didn't know how to spend it.
I told her it was her soul. I told her that I wouldn't stop. I lied. My last time I met Bella, I was of total disinterest. It was after I'd died that I'd searched and searched, only to spill her blood in the streets at the shock of her smell. The taste was so sweet. Now I had an opportunity to change that which I'd done before. My only question was how.
The bags packed themselves, really.