The filth of bottles, trinkets, and crepe left behind by the Mardi Gras parade renders the morning streets nearly as impassable as when celebrants still danced, drank, and died here all night.
He has left no trail, but the gutters, alleys, and alcoves imply a logic of movement that hunters like he and I must obey.
I find him in a cloister still twilight under live oaks woolly with Resurrection Fern. His back to me while he worries at her body, he nonetheless knows my approach.
“Are you here for me?”
“And her.”
“You want what’s left?”
“You know I don’t work that way.”
His chuckle is phlegmy. He rises slowly, and sparkles of sun through the oak leaves reflect silver in his hands.
“You can’t have both of us, you know.”
I do. We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.
Posted for the dVerse Jun 8 prompt on Prosery by Merril D Smith
Jedediah Smith 
Sounds like 2 vampires, one “good” and one “evil.” Or maybe one vampire and one vampire hunter? Such good writing!
I like your description of the revelers who “danced, drank, and died”.
Oh–creepy! I also liked the sentence about the revelers who “danced, drank, and died.” I’m not sure who those two are, but I don’t think I want to be near either one of them!
Remind me not to find myself in the vicinity of either one of them.
WOW! What a pair of scavengers, reveling in the detritus of Mardi Gras. Methinks I’m staying home!
If we knew more I wonder if we would care about her. I’m not sure I like the other two at all.
The Carnival is over a cliche that never augers well for the sadness of reality that us left behind. An intriguing flash fiction
Stay safe
Much💖love
Ominous. Every one of them up to no good. (K)
Deliciously creepy, Jedediah – my kind of story! I love the opening paragraph, which sets the scene so well, and the twilight cloister. The phlegmy chuckle is a brilliant touch.