Mandriscoes fantasy: They entered Beezlebub

Dun dunt dun dunt dun dunt ton dun dun da da 🎶. a tune that sounds similar to “I dream of genie.” I imagine it in my head but not over and over but as an introductory track. So maybe it can be considered an intro. My wit fails to grasp the inner joke of all the activity. “Am I imagining the song or do I want to hear it? ” muttering I reach for my swords.

Training and and watching the passing traffic which is completely aware of me or not aware of the erratic driving.

grasping my stance I take a few slashes before vanishing into the shadows. The air cool and the blend of sweat and breathing begin to excite my senses.

The extra movements tell me that I am not alone and my cuts become quicker. My training changes from a deft exercise but to a skillful sword dance. My unnamed opponents have wriggled out of darkness.

My swords glow through the exertion and I try to focus on the quick movements. I sheath my swords to see if I can feel the touch from the shadows and may be exchange a bit. The draft of the air grows stale from silence and I can only hear the thud of my movements. The shadows dissipate and I am alone again with my embarassment. Dun dunt dun dunt dun dunt ton dun dun da da 🎶.

The traffic had slowed and I try to remain in the dark, it picks up again as I approach the sidewalk. I almost want to hum the song or at least tell somebody about it. I choose to laugh out loud abrubtly.

Nearing my house I evaluate the performance of the shadows. Not just was their entrance song “I dream of jeanie” I felt that the all to usual “attack from nowhere, then vanish routine was subpar.” Even more I can tell that it was only the beginning of this sub-drama. I started to raise my voice in protest and thought about my abrupt laughter. Hmph

I can not see who sent these but maybe they were close by. How do I know this? I thought back to my conversations from before and it made me think about you and those beady f#$%ing eyes.

I look around to see if one of those pairs of eyes were still on me. It would be impossible to tell. I am sure whoever chose to “enter him” (jokes I may never tire of) would love to tell me about it. Dun dunt dun dunt dun dunt ton dun dun da da 🎶