Name: RedCream 2014-11-16 2:15
Arid Noir
The night air had a sting to it, like the wind-driven desert sands had felt against my succulent integument. I squinted out the open window, past my leftarm needles, blearily trying to gauge the time from the moon's position. That was a skill I had learned from many lonely hours in my youth, in the open air, my roots sandily ensconced, and my arms upraised to that same moon.
A sudden rapping alerted me. Someone was knocking on my door. And from the backlighting from the hallway, I could tell it was a dame. But from her spiky curves, I could tell it was more than a dame.
It was trouble.
I'm Ned Dulle, Private Eye, cactus.
The night air had a sting to it, like the wind-driven desert sands had felt against my succulent integument. I squinted out the open window, past my leftarm needles, blearily trying to gauge the time from the moon's position. That was a skill I had learned from many lonely hours in my youth, in the open air, my roots sandily ensconced, and my arms upraised to that same moon.
A sudden rapping alerted me. Someone was knocking on my door. And from the backlighting from the hallway, I could tell it was a dame. But from her spiky curves, I could tell it was more than a dame.
It was trouble.
I'm Ned Dulle, Private Eye, cactus.