From The Danse Macabre Prompt: Standing on a Literary Legend’s Shoulders
We meet another of The Prince’s guests:
I had found a place to get off of my feet
maybe catch a quick bite
and chew the fat with the locals
who call this town I wandered into home.
But before I could settle in and settle down for a spell
at the Diner called ” Lorna’s “
the Sheriff walked in and put a bullet between my eyes.
Good thing it wasn’t silver.
Good thing indeed.