Thursday, November 05, 2009

Target

What we need," said Jasfoup, "is someone to lure our hermit necromancer out of hiding. Someone able to take care of themselves with spells and whatnot but still present an irresistible target."

"Oh yes?"

"Someone in the full flush of manhood, strong and virile, yet sensitive enough to lure the purest heart into temptation."

Harold raised an eyebrow. "Someone like me, you mean?"

Jasfoup coughed. "I hadn't thought of it like that," he said. "What a marvellous idea, Harold. Sometimes your keen insights astound me."

"Don't butter it too hard, old bean." Harold put his pen down and stared right into the demon's eyes. "I know you too well. You had me down as 'target' the minute you thought of the plan."


Image: Target Jasper Johns 1978

4 comments:

stephanie said...

*smiles* It's always nice to see the flash of brilliance in Harold that's ever lurking there behind his veneer of (honest) innocence.

aims said...

Ahhh! Harold! Wonderful that you aren't as dumb as a sack of hammers. I was worried there for a while.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Harold can smell profit, methinks

Olga/Maddie said...

How well these two know each other. *BG*

Hugs, lovies, and stuffs for you all. *HG*

God bless and take care. Bye, :)!
Olga/Maddie