the waiting room in the bus station was strangely quiet.
the man behind the ticket counter exhaled slowly and menacingly.
the young man with the ticket to indianapolis slept peacefully.
his name was gilroy and he was called laughing boy.
he was in love with a girl named olive branch.
whom he had left behind in a state of expectation.
somewhere in wyoming, or maybe somewhere else outside of montana.
the heavy breathing of the man behind the counter continued.
the name on his drivers license was jared hunter yancey.
he was a direct descendant of the conqueror genghis khan.
behind his counter, he often dreamed of being a conqueror.
when he did not dream of being a hit man.
or a trained deadly assassin, or a drive by shooter.
or a movie star, or president of the united states.
right now his mind was focused on gilroy, the sleeper.
he read gilroy’s mind like a newsreel and a cartoon.
he saw olive running down the road with outstretched arms.
and saw and heard gilroy pledge his eternal heartfelt love.
jared’s brain began to bubble like a witch’s black cauldron.
i have to pull myself together, he suddenly thought desperately
gilroy woke up and sat up - the connection was broken.
jared took a deep breath and blinked his bulging eyes.
gilroy got up and walked over to the coke machine.
he carefully considered its bright red exterior surface and paused.
he inserted the required coins and received his icy bottle.
he slowly ,returned to his seat without looking at jared.
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