I remember the first time we saw each other – We hadn’t seen each other since we were kids out in the country.
Then everything went haywire. Caesar took what he wanted including the lives of my parents.
At 17, I fled – their night screams chased me for years.
I was entranced by New Cago; she beckoned with her dazzling lights and her rich satins. I didn’t know about the slime underneath until it owned me.
Sam didn’t know how I was making it, I didn’t have the heart to tell him.
When I wrote, I told him I had a job and my own place.
Yeah, some call it a job. The men liked my blue eyes ‘that girl has spirit!’
But what the hell there was money and a bunk. I wasn’t locked up in someone’s vault and the temple goons stayed away.
Caesar was murdered and we all celebrated in fountains of bubbly. Within days, the gangs took over and I learned to shoot a gun.
A gang lord wanted to claim me as “property rights.”
Sam showed up just when they were forging my personal chain.
Sam always could look straight down to my heart. He knew but never said a word.
Sam was something those gangsters were not and they feared him.
Evil never sleeps though and on my birthday someone took a lucky shot.
Dog gone, I’ve pulled Sam into this rotten city and now I’m dead.
My real name is Lucerne which means ‘Life.’ My blood is a type of antidote Medicago they call it. That’s why when the bullet passed through me and into Sam he didn’t die.
Sam, do what you’ve gotta do – my blood will keep you alive.
Image attribution:”75 Medicago sativa L” by Amédée Masclef – Atlas des plantes de France. 1891. Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons –http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:75_Medicago_sativa_L.jpg#/media/File:75_Medicago_sativa_L.jpg
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