Legend of Tory Adore 4: "Huck Like a Mocha"


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

As the music changed to The Bobs' "Zombie Jamboree," so too did the mood of the two ex-lovers change from one of tentative friendliness to one of more serious feeling. It was time for the vocalizations of turkeys; the time of refreshment was over.

"One more mocha, tarbender," called Pips, deaf to the sound of the narrator. "And one more for the road." The tray promptly arrived, steaming with cold. One more tankard was tipped away, the beverage of today making wait till tomorrow to reappear in new guise. The other decanter, Ed, was brought through the batwing doors, and poured kindly into the street. Regrets, I've drank a few.

Tory stretched her hand across the furled table tentatively, not feeling sure how Pips'd respond. His tankard descended, as his eyes were hidden by the menu, and she retracted both her hand and her willingness to make up for lost love.

Blinded by food, he ever was, and ever will be, she mused wristfully, rubbing her arm just below the palm of the fist.

"Look, we gotta talk, Pips."

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