Clockwork Yellow 4

The gray-bellied clouds were moving across the sky like ships. The skyskimmers almost touched that sky, but flatly bellyflopped.

Dolores was walking through the city to the New Yorker building. She went up, up and away.

It was very quiet. Everyone was on a computer, typing away or drinking coffee and conversing. She went straight to her office and plushed upon the couch. She was exhausted. She had been doing a piece in vampirism in New York and its relationship to Satanism.

Last Night, she and Lestat had dined with Roman Polanski and Roman Lee. Roman P had brought this mellifluous wine which was still magically intoxicating her. Mellifluous, strange word for wine. Mellifluous was for the Italian language, not for wine. She uncorked it and almost had an orgasm. She was very sexually sensitive these days.

"So what happened?" Roman asked.

"I told Charlie to shut up and tied him down then I shot him five times in the head."

"So he's dead?"

"As a doornail." Lestat answered.

Dolores turned on the tv:

"The body of Charlie Manson has been found in Oklahoma. His legs and arms had been completely cut off and there was a nail drilled into his bellybutton..."

Lestat was declaring war on the Satanists, some of whom were married to rather prominent politicians.

She looked out the window as the gray-bellied clouds moved across the sky. It appeared so serene, downed with all the colors of the not quite-noon.