Moby Dick

Home is where the heart is. Whistling through the trees with a sad song of silence, howling at the moon when the beast turns into it's true form, and watching. Just watching. I've learned over these past few years of my life that this is the best way to live. To survive. Watching In silence as the rain flows down like a stream, as the buckets among are heads, though we see them not, overflows among the side of its tinted well-graved plateau of silver. Silver was known as not only a use of material, but of a way to kill a mocking jay, a beast. It was cold and drafty in my usual hide-away spot in the library of scraped off molds of jimmy Hendrickson to the smell of cheap whisky and cigarette buds. The only peace of comfort was Moby Dick sitting in my lap. "It is not down on any map; true places never are." I etched the words out in a single breath. " Moby dick, ain't it?" I looked over my shoulder even though I knew I didn't have to. It was the usual. Ennete. The prestigious lady who owned this so called hell of a book store. I grinned, " Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian." It was ironic because ennete was one of those 40 some ladies with a perm and a face that was no stranger to zit cream. She could take any hell of a man to bed that she chose out of the clubs, with her "lung capacity and breast" she would always say it was just her style. "Pfft, it may as well be a sober Christian with one who's never seen the likes of what a fucking scenario of 'Making love' means. I laughed. " So who was the victim this time?" Scrunching up her nose, the picky ness of this old women wasn't unnatural, it was her way of having a good time. " Albert B. Hustinsworth" I just gave her an eyebrow. " Sounds like a rich bastard if I ever did hear one." Sticking my nose literally back in my book, I wanted to get out of this conversation before it could even nearly begin. "Not even close" plopping her ass right down next to mine, snatching up my book as I strangled to reach for it. " Enn come on! Please, I was on a good part" usually you wouldn't see me whine or complain but when it came to this women, booze wasn't an uncommon smell. " Tch, tch, tch" sticking her finger up so close to my face that I could see her premature polished nails of hot pink and streaks of purple. " You can read this book anytime silly," she wasn't wrong. Now that technology had taken up the world no one ever sought to look for paper anymore much less of a pencil if they weren't asked to sign their names. I could just come in here and take whatever book I wanted, bring it back not bring it back, ennete wouldn't care, she had even insisted to me on my first novel. Pride and Prejudice. I sighed leaning back against the wall, their was no way of getting out of this, I was trapped. "So what did you have in mind with him?"