Semi-Daily Scribbles

The noise, like howling rotor blades, increased as the sun set. Off-hours were intended for nursing pints and pulling words out of the dictionary to make them behave alongside one another. On this night, though, all plans would be put on hold. Luc tried to drive the irritation from his mind, but the uninvited guest reared his misshapen head and extended a phosphorescent hand just out of Luc's reach. Once a year, on the date of the stranger's murder; the killing in which Luc had stood by and watched, the beggar's broken body would come in search of compensation. If Luc had been useless to the stranger in life, the dead man found the present situation suited his needs. Luc's skin was a comfortable fit, and the beggar wore it well as he approached his first meal of the evening.