Originally posted by _Phoenix_
You have to make love to a wild wolf. That's the only way....
Again? oh shucks, the last time I nearly lost an eye.
My girlfriend Big Moira was born in Kansas and though I suspect
wolves are very rare if not extinct in that state, it was such a beast
that made her the way she is today.
The day had been hot and Moira was glad when the evening ticked
closer. The trailer creaked as she finished washing the dinner plates
in the sink. Her mother had settled as usual in her seat in front of
the TV and Moira knew it would midnight before she shifted her fat
butt from there.
The trailer park was dusty and barren looking, sawgrass jutted out
here and there and over towards the southern end, a tainted stream
struggled it's way towards a river.
Moira looked balefully through the kitchen window and sighed.
As cicadas started their evening orchestra and the colored bulbs
that were strung out across the walkways of the park blinked on,
Moira sat on the steps of the trailer and pondered on her life.
Then the stranger stepped out of the bushes. Moira told me that
she somehow had been expecting him all day, a strange wee voice
in her head had whispered such.
He was tall, Moira said that several times and his hair was long...
black and it lay lank on his broad shoulders. His clothes belonged
to another age, the lapels and sleeve cuffs were extravagant with
braid and metal buttons.
He stepped lightly across the walkway and halted near a pile of
balding tyres, Moira smiled at the man's good looks. "Excuse missy,
I seem to have gotten myself lost" he said softly and Moira had felt
the timbre on her skin like velvet.
"We're all lost" Moira muttered and shrugged, the man smiled and
the hairs on her arms prickled.
The man knelt down to Moira's level and tilted his head dog-like.
"Maybe I could help you from your doldrums?" he whispered and
scrawled rune shapes in the dirt with his long-nailed finger.
Moira looked into the man's eyes and that about all she remembers.
While in hospital, she told me that there are fleeting images in head
of her running through woods and a feeling of freedom.
She has no recollection of how she ended up naked and twenty
miles away form the trailer park... or why she had blood on her
I'm waiting for her coming back to the park tonight.