[Sodium_noir] Whispers of the Past

[Colette Coeur]

John, Abby
Beneath Mike's Place

John chuckled as he dug into his pockets for a set of
keys, walking over to a locked side door. "I remember
the last person to ask me about secrets, Frank Nitti,
Al Capone's right hand man. I was old friends with
his mistress at the time and he became jealous. He
incased my feet in concrete and dumped me into Lake
Michigan."
   
  Capone? Concrete Shoes?
  Abby’s eyes are Wide


John just sighed and shook his head. "I made the
girls dredge the lake for my body. The 1920's were a
fun time, and drowning's not the worse way to go, but
the water pressure as I sank was not pleasant."
   
  She looks at him as he speaks, she realizes he is Not joking.
  That or you’re more than just a Mortal Wizard.
  The hand on her arm is warm to the touch, not one of the Undead then.
  

He unlocked a door and lead Abby down a flight of dark
steps. At the bottom were two door. He turned to the
right one and unlocked it, flipping on lights as he
walked in. "Welcome."
   
  “The Girls? Who’re th
.” Then the question dies on her lips.

The room ran almost the entire length of the building.
The decor was unassuming: hardwood floors, plaster
walls with a dull paint, a simple ceiling with soft
haolgen lights set in. It was the wonders the room
contained that would inspire awe.

A painting of the great city of Rome, in all of it's
glory. It was like looking out a window and watching
the city alive, it's people going about their daily
business. In the bottom left corner was the artists
signature: MICHAELANGELO.

A second painting showed the city of Jerusalem. 
Again, it was like looking out a window on a living
city, and all one had to do was lean in closer to hear
the merchants argue at market while Rabbi's preached
to the faithful. The signature at the bottom read
RAPHAEL.

And this was just the beginning. A clock constructed
at the height of the Baghdad's glory, chiming 5 times
a day to call the faithful to prayers.

A tapestry with an image of the Forbidden City hanging
on a wall, an unfinished game of Go sitting on a table beneath it.

In numerous glass cases rested a wanted poster and 2
Colt peace-keepers, a World War I doughboy uniform,
the arming and clothing of a Roman Legionaire, and so
on.

And this was just the beginning.
   
  Abby just stood, her eyes darting about.
  Oh Mother! Look at all this!!!
  She turns from all the Wonders and looks up at him.
  Green eyes staring into Brown.
  And wonders who is looking back.
   
   
  Time, is like a dream, 
  Now, for a time,
you are mine.
Let's hold fast,
to the dream,
that tastes and sparkles like wine. 
   
  TAG


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