A vast city lost to time -- a forgotten metropolis on the periphery of existence.
He had a new lease on life and only one desire, which could not be fulfilled at this present moment.
Detective Mike Travis was lost in a foggy darkness…his head throbbed. He knew he had been walloped over the head, but was stuck in some dark chaotic nightmare. Then he was suddenly fully awake…or maybe not.
They arrived at the bar in short time and stared at the building face, each thinking something drastically different.
The doctors told him it was all in his head; his mind playing tricks on him. They’d been telling him that most of his adult life. The demons didn’t exist, according to them. It was a chemical imbalance in his brain, they said. It was all very neat and scientific, the way they explained the manifestations away.
Her parents had named her after the Fitzgerald story – she hated the name. She went by B – queen of the B-girls.
The fight hadn’t been masterful or pretty, But Isaac had been highly entertained. He always loved a good fight and the two brutes hadn’t disappointed.