Blissful E. Bear and the mysterious woman were watching the strobe of sunlight cut through the buildings, and splinter into their tram. She deposited the tissue scarred black with mascara into an interior pocket of her cloak and pulled out an old photo of Matt, Blissful's brother taken years ago, his hair long and dishevelled, his upper right arm not yet punctuated with countless tattoos. "Do you know this man?" the woman asked."What?!" Blissful was growing tired of this run around. "Of course I know him, that's my brother."
"This man is in deadly trouble."
"I know," Blissful sighed. "Which was why I thought you were..."
Blissful stopped, and looked at the woman.
"What is it? Did I miss a spot?" The woman looked through her pockets lifting out her compact mirror and began to apply more eye-liner.
"...that's where i thought you were taking me, and who are you?"
"They were going to kill you back there, you could be a bit more appreciative."
"We need Jerry, if we have any hope of getting my brother back."
"We don't need Jerry, we have something much more important. Just wait we're almost there."
Blissful looked around at the motley assortment of characters on the number 15, the woman reading Goodbye My Ovaries was now crying. The wannabe gangsta was checking himself in the reflection of the oncoming dusk, making sure the collection of ironic timepieces hanging from his neck were not obscured from view. The LED screen read "Next Stop Harper's Wood". Blissful's heart felt like it could beat the procession to a marching band on acid. The pair alighted from the tram, and were met by a dark figure, yet another cloak, this one black in colour that shrouded the figure of yet another woman. The hood came down and the woman under, long blond hair, curled like a 1950s pinup, lifted a chicken and small dog from under the many folds of fabric. This was going to be an interesting night.
JH
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