Ellroy numero dos ~

it was in her bedroom.

Granny's.

Ellroy chilling in the cut.

scamming on the mellow.

and POOF!

i smell it.

perfume. old lady-type.

the pooch looks up, just up in the air.

ears shifting like a satellite acquiring a feed.

head skyward.

eyes bright. pupils deep deep black.

shinning.

a moment.

and then he smiles.

(least that's what i think...)