The Lost Soul Saloon the Continuing Saga of Zack Waverly

The Saga of Zack Waverly continues      By  JT Curtis
     
In The Affair Of The 
Lost Soul Saloon


While sliding off my horse

Not a soul could be found

As I paused for a moment

to take a look around

My horse was acting nervous

So,  I leashed him to a rail

Then dusted off the remnants

Of the days spent on the trail

I've been about a week

without a whisky or a brew

and the way I'm feeling lately

there ain't nothing else that'd do

So, I moved my heavy legs

As I stumbled cross the street

then barged through the doors

and made a beeline for a seat

A cloud of dust erupted

as I fell into a chair

and when it all had settle

only silents filled the air

Where is everyone

where's the music, where's the crowd

I was thinking to myself

Then I said it, right out loud.

Page 1   to be continued.......
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Smith Avatar
July 2, 2015 at 4:52 PM
Nice start...I'm waiting for page 2
Curtis Avatar
July 3, 2015 at 6:02 AM
Just hold on to your saddle partner, and get ready for the ride...er..ah I mean Page 2
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