Dorsey Baker

Vulture Kind of Man

He was jumping around, waving his arms in the air and making that ugly
sound that a vulture makes when he's excited and focused upon a prey.
I watched him and he watched me.  He had that vulture look in his eyes.
And I could smell that vulture smell coming through his clothes from his
body.  I felt the ice in his voice and he felt the fear in mine.
The purpose of a vulture is to devour.  But he could'nt devour me because
I was already devoured.  Never-the-less, the voice of a vulture is always ugly!

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 05/06/2011.

 

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