the smuggler’s bible

Vlad Dracula

Vlad Dracula thinks back and tries to pinpoint the moment they lost the war. For a time, brief as it was, it looked like Thanksgiving might hold its ground. But then the line broke and Vlad Dracula’s holiday was is in full retreat.

He closes out the season knowing all the while that next year may be too late. There’s nowhere left to go. His back is up against the hard wall of summer and nobody wants fake bats at their pool party.

The coffin lid closes, and Vlad Dracula wishes—if nothing else—that he might have good dreams.