The Great Gulls' Cries
The Great Gulls' Cries
(Postcard Fiction)
“May ye wife, da bitch – luv ye withoyt a moan! And yea sis, and ye mudder, dey bot be whores! And 'tis true, ye sticks an' stones may bust me bones, but me ax 'ill sure as da devil split yars!” Cealus Myklz roared as he charged the galleon's captain, leaving a path of butchered human meat in his wake.
The great gulls would feast tonight!
Michel Weatherall
©2016
