Notes from the Studio

Day: November 8, 2019

The Queen of Summer’s Twilight, Chapter Eleven.

© Charles Vess 2019 Chapter Eleven       Both arms clinched around Tom’s waist, Janet welcomed the numbing exhaustion that almost smothered the chaos raging through her thoughts. The crowded streets flashed by offering a barrage of sight and sound that blesses her with needed distraction. But vivid images of first the dead man laying in a pool of his own blood and then Lottie’s father, kept relentlessly overpowering her thoughts. Fiercely she clutched at Tom’s arm and cried out, “The father of the only friend I’ve got might die because of me. And that other man, just who the fuck was he?”       But Tom’s concentration is elsewhere as they suddenly careened through a pedestrian-only thoroughfare. Doing his best to avoid the startled, angry people in front of the bike, he replied, “Who?”        Janet screamed into his ear, “That man back in the club! The one who died trying to protect me.        “Maybe he was one of your father’s men?  A new one whose face you didn’t recognize?”        Janet cried out, her frustration and fear making her voice crack, “Whoever he is, he’s dead … and I don’t even know his name.       Against his back Thomas can feel Janet’s tense arms clutching at

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