Tri-genre Scene 4

Shafts of bright gold sunlight turned patches of summer flowers to primary colors creating a passageway of fresh greens and golds for Susanna to chase as she ran to the caravanserei where Travis, her betrothed stood bare-chested, all man, sweating in the summer heat, his tattoos shimmering with lust, his chest and arms rippling with muscle. He dropped his tools and closed the distance in long strides. "I thought I'd never see you again." Susanna's ample breasts heaved against Travis' bare torso.


"Hiya Toots. I got the bewares. Evil's been doing here in this field. I be its witness. I be its chronicler," he said.

"Baby I love you. Baby I need you. Baby you're the only one I'd ever cared for."

"You know how much I love Aretha. I got a hay pile in the back of the barn. Susie. What say we wake up little Susie with the old poke and pull?"

"Mister romance as usual, T," she said.

"Ah Susie, this life ain't a quart of cream cheese. It ain't like I've not been doing my husbandly duties. The bunk house complained at breakfast."

"Down in the boondocks," her soft voice a singsong invitation, "ooh my sweet, my love. You bad boys. What we going to do with you, bad boys? Ooh-la-la," she purred.


Dark clouds piled in the northern sky, lightning and thunder bursting forth. Susanna broke from Travis's embrace and turned to face the oncoming storm. She stretched her hands toward the maelstrom and coruscant energy lashed out. Inside the storm, banshees shrieked. "Damn bitches! Go use a dating service like I did!" She glared into the darkening sky. A wind came up, spreading her hair into wide ribbons curling and twisting. So threatened, the storm fled. Travis, well, he fled too, never to be heard from, again.

--Dave F.