Mamma Essie’s Drive-Thru Elysium
“She works nights at Sunny’s,” said Miguel. “At the drive-thru.”
“You’ve spoken with her?” asked Athan.
Miguel leaned in close, whispering over his half-empty beer. “I got somethin’ from her.”
Had Athan not worn a glamour disguise, his curled horns would have twitched.
“What?” he asked.
“This… feeling,” whispered Miguel. “I asked her for passion, man. Like, how I felt when I left the service. I had money and I had no boss or bills or nothin’. Just… everythin’ ahead.”
“She gave you that?” asked Athan, but he’d already decided to go to Sunny’s.
Paul Alex Gray 