Showdown (@ Scrawlers)
The flies in the room dropped dead out of the air as he entered. It was curious, having an urban legend confirmed right in front of me and not noticing. He crossed the room, looking rigidly straight ahead, and climbed the rear stairs.
His ascension had diminished his overbearing presence, so my attention returned to our table, observing Alex’s shaking hands and spilled drink. I stopped him as he tried to clean up reminding him he had to watch for trouble.
Climbing the stairs, I heard Alex hastily make his exit. That left only me and the legend.
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Maddeningly brief. More, please.
A revisitation may be in order. Stay tuned…