‘Aw, nuts,’ he said, then resigned, added, ‘I should have known they were still alive.’
Elvis rubbed his forehead and walked up to the couch and sat down.
‘Who are they,’ asked Marcus, sitting back down again, this time next to his mum and dad. Emelda smiled and placed a hand gently and timidly on his knee. Marcus glanced up and smiled, slightly embarrassed, then returned his attention to Elvis.
Elvis glanced up at Prime who was still standing.
‘Come sit down, Darlin” he said, extending a hand. ‘I’ve got some storytelling to do.’
Prime hesitated, then joined him. She sat as far away as she could from the others, with legs crossed. Her black patent boots slid out from beneath the fabric of her jet black dress.
Elvis made to begin, then frowned, looking around.
‘Where the hell is Daisy?’
* * *
Daisy rolled over atop Walt kissing him as passionately as he had kissed her before the gig. As she disengaged, she realised a question.
‘What were the pills?’
‘Arnica,’ he said with a grin. ‘they work don’t they?’
She smiled, and sat back on her knees, flicked her hair back and let the sheet slide from her shoulders.
‘Can I call you Elf-boy,’ she asked.
‘Call me whatever you like,’ he said with a grin, and pushed his head back into the pillow while slowly inhaling. He whispered, ‘Just so long as you do that again…’
‘This,’ she asked.
‘Oh yeah…’
Daisy’s back arched, she gasped and her eyes flew open–
Bzornt!
She woke with a murderous headache and instinctively groped between her legs.
She found something unexpectedly large and hairy
‘Cut!’ screamed a man. ‘Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! CUT!!’
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