Flossie Dont Know Jack
Jack walked into the pub. His six foot tall frame covered by a black tie, black shirt, and black suit. His hand scratched his salt and pepper goatee. Dark glasses allowed his eyes to wander unobserved. The bar was half full. It was dimly lit featuring mahogany furniture and stained glass light shades. Jack scanned the patrons. Most were of the gothic set, making him feel like the senior vampyre. The music was a haunting jazz piano solo that he did not recognize. "Jazz in Tennessee. Who knew," Jack whispered to himself. He then saw her. She was too obvious to miss. Three younger women, Jack guessed mid-20s, were at the far end of the bar. Two long haired brunettes were both skinny and in non descript black dresses. They were near twins in [Read more...]