The Fabric of time ...part 2 (c) 2025 from inside your Shadow (edits in progress)
“Well Tom Troubadour!” Tom heard the scraggly musician scream as if he saw some superstar and wanted the whole city of New Orleans to know. Tom wanted to hide. Thought he had lost the bum twenty minutes ago. Thought that when he told him, “I don’t have any left after I give you one,” would’ve made him leave. The bum said, “Thanks, I’ll pay you back.” “Yea right.” “Hey Tom,” now he was acting like they were best buds and that he hadn’t seen him in years. “You can give a bum or a gypsy something you can never ever get rid of them,” Tom thought to himself; as the bum walked side by side with him. From seemingly nowhere, the bum pulled out an unopened box of Marlboro Reds. "This is for you Tom," the bum said to him smiling as he quickly removed the cellophane, pulled one out and handed it to Tom. "Okay he probably stole these. and the cops will come and take this annoying bum away," Tom thought to himself, he took one out of his new pack and lit it. Then he watched ...