Ficlets

It was a dark night in the Emerald City. I was sitting in my office smokin’ a cigar when I saw a shape running up my street. It was the Lion. I first saw the Lion a coupla years ago. He was on the Tube, with some broad,a metal guy and a scarecrow gettin’ recognized for bravery. What a laugh. The Lion wouldn’t know bravery if it hit him in the face. Hard. With a frying pan.

But that wasn’t when I really got to know him. That was when I saw him in Wogglebug’s Pub. He was sittin’ in the corner like he’d been doin’ it for a long time. Which he probably had. Anyways, he had a mug of ale in his hand and a depressed look on his face. I went over to him ‘cause I recognized him from the Tube and was hope’n he could get my agency on the Tube. But instead when I mentioned the broad to him, he got all teary and talked him missing her. He clearly meant to spend his days in the pub, paying for the tab by be’in a bouncer when Wogglebug needed one.

So that’s why I was surprised to see the Lion running up my street.