Causeway, a little before midnight.
El breathed out the cold air and watched it form into a small cloud.
He was not used to such cold. But he could manage. He had always been adaptable like that. He glanced down at the guitar case nearby him and, for the twentieth time, considered going back and getting the one full of weapons.
But that would ruin the whole point, wouldn't it? "Go to Graceland", the girl had said. Well, go to Graceland he would. He would pray at the grave of one of the great gods of the guitar, and seek out the shrines to other such gods.
He would see his new adopted country. If he was to live there, he might as well see it. And he know only two ways to travel. One was with the smell of gunpowder and blood. And the other was on the skill of his guitar.
Just a few more loose ends to tie up before he left...
He was not used to such cold. But he could manage. He had always been adaptable like that. He glanced down at the guitar case nearby him and, for the twentieth time, considered going back and getting the one full of weapons.
But that would ruin the whole point, wouldn't it? "Go to Graceland", the girl had said. Well, go to Graceland he would. He would pray at the grave of one of the great gods of the guitar, and seek out the shrines to other such gods.
He would see his new adopted country. If he was to live there, he might as well see it. And he know only two ways to travel. One was with the smell of gunpowder and blood. And the other was on the skill of his guitar.
Just a few more loose ends to tie up before he left...