Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Travelling Demonbillies

Jasfoup stared at the distant wooded hills of North Carolina and the railway tracks leading there. Should he venture that way or stay here in Hicksville, Virgina? He pulled some pennies out of his trouser pocket and set them out on the rails while he debated. North or south?


He stood back as a train approached, heading for Colombia, South Carolina. That settled it. He had a score or two to settle down there, plus one festering soul. He jumped onto a freight wagon.


It was almost a pity he didn’t play the banjo.


Almost.


He just wished no-one did.

3 comments:

aims said...

Hmmm - he's close....

Not sure if I would want him here or if I don't. Tough one that.

Leatherdykeuk said...

aww. He's sweet ;)

stephanie said...

Still loving this one. ;)