A ghastly wind howled down the highway and black whispers echoed in the tumbling leaves. The sky above was pitch black and in the distance a barrage of lightning flashed across the horizon, keeping rhythm with the thunder that boomed on the edges of the imagination. On a lonesome patch of earth, nestled amongst a crop of tall trees, there stood a diner. It was a place of predators. For the things that linger and skulk. Upon the roof a neon sign blinked like an insidious eye, its red umbra unable to penetrate the darkness of the doorway. Its devilish glow spilled onto the tarmac of an empty parking lot, and all the while the wind whistled its terrible dirge as the bard without a voice walked into that reprehensible place.
Very good Clydie 👌🏻