Harem Scare ‘em

‘Right, now that’s dealt with,’ said Donnie, and turned back to Elvis, who stood at a respectful distance with a slightly shocked look on his face.

‘Slightly unsporting,’ said Lord Lucan after a moment.

‘Ya want some,’ asked Donnie with a manic grin.

Lucan backed off.

‘I am sick to death of being treated like-’

There was a gunshot.

Elvis caught Donnie as he fell forwards.

‘Oh god, I’m bleeding,’ said Donnie, stating the obvious. ‘Somebody shot me.’

Over by the band, the former cymbal player was standing. A wisp of smoke floated from the silver barrel of the pearl-handled gun in his hand.

Donnie tried to focus on the man as he walked closer, realising the uncanny resemblance to the threateningly polite man that had used a gallows in anger a couple of jumps earlier.

Then, as Donnie’s life began to flash before his eyes, the face became horrifyingly familiar.

‘Got you at last,’  said The Assassin.

Donnie looked up into Elvis’s eyes. He was surprised to see tears. One dripped onto his face.

‘Kiss me before I go …’ said Donnie, breathing his last.

‘Uh-huh,’ said the King.

Their lips touched.

The life that was slowly seeping from Donnie’s body felt the magnetism of affection – misdirected as it was – and a strange tingling feeling grew in the middle of his forehead and then down in his groin.

BZORNT!

He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found what he’d needed in the last reality, which was a pity, really.

Daisy opened her eyes and saw stars.

‘What a pretty night,’ she said.

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Northcote, November, 2004