“Ah, you wakin’ up. That’s good.”
“Where? Where am I?” mumbled Evil Editor as he floated into consciousness.
“Why, this here’s Delta Dawn’s. Try a little lemonade, you must be parched.”
Evil cast an eye on his surroundings. The windows, shuttered against the brilliant rays of sunset and the drone of an air-conditioner nearby, still radiated the air’s humidity on invisible waves. The last thing he remembered was watching a hockey game in Duluth. “So, are you Delta?”
“Ah am a minion, a mistress, a priestess, a winged-creature of the skies, an earth-bound serpent and I’m also a writer.” she said, stroking a strange, semi-feline creature. “
Evil felt his hands go clammy and the adhesive on his fake muttonchops loosen. He’d occasionally worried that one day some cyber-nut from his blog site would stalk him, but he’d never really believed that it would happen. “So, you’re a writer. Do you have a blog?” He lifted up from the cushioned divan and reached for the coolness of the wet glass of lemonade while his still groggy mind finally supplied a name for the strange creature in the woman’s lap: it was a meerkat.
“Ah do have a little website, but mostly with you I’ve been anonymous.” The mysterious woman was enrobed in silken layers of fabric. She let the meerkat slide onto the floor.
“So why am I here? Did your query have way too many words in blue?” He noticed that there were now many meerkats in the room, and they were restless.
“Why yes, as a matter of fact it did, but that’s not why I brought you to the delta. I’m just a writer in my spare time. Dahling, you here because of these meerkats.”
Evil was truly terrified and worried for his life. “Do, do the meerkats have a blog?” he stuttered.
“Nah, dey just be zombies who want to eat your brains.” she chortled from the veranda as she locked the doors and drifted into the dimness of early evening.