Photo A.M. Moscoso
Oakwood Cemetery.
Beaver Dam WI USA
October2023

Nobody sits next to me on the train- which I suppose is a gift if you hate being around people. But the truth is, I don’t hate being around people at all. After all I write about people all of the time.

Of course, in my stories the monsters are the main characters and I toss in people so that they will have something to feast on- otherwise they might starve and what would I have to write about?

I’m thinking, maybe I put out that, ” you would sure fit into my story about demonic possession, or I could just see you clawing your way out of a grave minus an eye and most of your fingernails”  so scoot a little closer and let me take a look at you” vibe.

Or it could just be that I’m just an ugly creep- it’s a toss up.

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so creepy and that people would rather stand then sit by me or even look at me and smile or puke or SOMETHING.

I guess until things change, the seats next to me on the train will always be empty.

AI Artwork by CURSEJOURNEY

Inspired by RDP Thursday Prompt: Serial Offender