Submitted as part of "Beyond the Wall of Sleep," group. This is a Gothic Horror story with is beyond my comfort zone but wanted to participate. Hope you enjoy.
New Orleans used to be a city of elegance and beauty. It's all gone now, and instead of laissez les bons temps rouler, I get the leftovers from a Cold War era gulag. Except sometimes, I see things. Hear things too. A brass band leading a funeral procession. A whiff of magnolia. The whisper of live oaks draped in Spanish moss. I don't know what's real anymore. And I can't get out.
Our hero wakes up on a tramp freighter with no memory. That kicks off a lifetime adventure that begins on a mysterious island and ends on a cliff overlooking Lyme Regis. It features a beautiful woman, some friendly Icelanders, a few unfriendly Vikings, a couple of gay guys, a malicious demi-god and the CIA. There are also a few twists, so don't get too comfortable. Please enjoy... DT
