Last time on Feeding Frenzy

Fortunately, the Cadillac had had a full tank of gas and drove as smoothly as could be expected from a vintage vehicle that hadn’t seen action in a good, long while.  And the casino was only up the road apiece, just like Tom had said it would be.  Lucille was able to get checked in and get a room in no time, despite arriving at that time of night.  In fact the place was a 24-hour establishment with slot machines whirring in brilliant fits of light and sound as the few remaining patrons tested their luck, cigarettes smoldering in ashtrays within hand’s reach at the ready.  There was even an overpriced courtesy shop where she was able to buy a change of clothes.

Lucille retired to her room and took a long, hot shower, lingering enough for the water to go cold, and then passed out in the luxurious, overly fluffy bed.  As she drifted off to sleep, she tried not to recall the events that had led her to this time and place.  Whatever else happened, she considered, that lemon of a Buick just wasn’t worth going back for…

That’s how it could have happened.
portrait of the artist and Great White Shark breaching a pool of blood
Portrait of myself with dark makeup and crow skull headdress, backlit by the sun.