Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 11

By Steve Howard

Our hired killer has figured out Lilly is in Wyoming and will drive out with a hunk of hash and let the car take charge. He has a Tesla. He can afford it. And still called Jill, our hot detective, is also on her way. She, unlike our killer, has an address.

169 The killer and the detective, could be a title for a book. But that is always the story. And it ain’t our title. To date, there isn’t one. They are both on their way. West.

Lilly is still wondering why she inherits Roy’s fortune. What should she do. Other than piss in the wind. Our killer is in Wyoming but in no hurry and not sure where Lilly is. And Jack wakes up in his bathtub after three days of party with penis drugs, cocaine and whores. Nice ones he likes. And he finally starts in on a little detective work on his laptop.

Day 171. Our killer on the road kicks off his shoes, laughs for the first time in a long time and reads in the book he bought at a yard sale on the way. He is enjoying himself. Something new in his life. At least relatively. And not so far away, Lilly is wondering about the hot detective and about having a bullet in her head.

Day 172 in today’s news on an early Saturday, maybe the last one in July of ’22, book 31 is typed. Sad news, the narrator is still a lunatic. Anyhow. He is acting, our man in Wyoming, like he is on holiday. And has decided on boots after eating a steak for lunch.

Day 173 What are the chances. The man that is now working on our man’s hat and boots was also special forces in the US military. Unlike our man, he would rather make boots than kill folk.

Day 174. Our man has a long walk into the woods to test his new boots. Spends the night first looking into his little fire then into the darkness. He is still undecided about Lilly and leans toward the idea that Lilly would be a crime against life. For she was a true angel. And if the reader does not understand what that means, pay attention. It is one of the things we attempt to expose. For the church is no longer permitted to kill them.

Day 175 Lilly remembers when she lived with Uncle Bob in New York. Or Brooklyn. She met Tanja, a whore with big tits. She worked just below their window. So Lilly watched sometimes and visited when it was quiet. The street girls liked her and Tanja talked to her about life and getting what you want with the selling of your attentiveness to sexual release.

Day 176. Just a little life advice before getting to Detective Jill. She is in the woods watching for Lilly. And then she sees Lilly. Legs open and pissing in the wind. Then Lilly kicks off her rubber boots and runs into the woods. Without much deliberation. Jill runs in after her.

Day 177. Detective Jill ends up in a hut with Lilly and she is not certain how she got there, why she is naked and hanging from the center beam. The wood stove is on so it is warm enough. And He, our man, is also on the farm. Watching for a bit then back to his bed and breakfast.

Day 178 is with Lilly and Jill having some time together. Some primal naked in the sun relaxing and getting to know one another just a little. He, our man, moves to a bigger town to remain a little more an unknown. Still undecided. And Mr. and Mrs. Reaper have come to Wyoming. And Jack is on his way. Not happy. He was still recovering from the divorce. With drugs and a whore. We must note that whore is anything but derogatory.

179 is still floating down river, enjoying life in their heaven. We, however, are watching the story and Sallandrah. He has again decided to kill Lilly but not while she is with Detective Jill. Lilly likes Jill but fears she won’t like what she is. Drama, but not yet. Jack is relaxing a little. And as your humble narrator, I must admit I like Sallandrah’s story. We keep on it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005086213

Steve Howard

Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada 1960. Moved to London, Ontario, Canada in 1967. Started playing hockey and piano. Went to Sir Wilfred Laurier High School and played the trumpet.Studied Architectural Technology at Fanshawe College of Applied Arts and Sciences. Started playing guitar and writing a little. On a trip to the mountains in 1982 with a friend I decided, or was awakened to the knowledge that I was going to pursue writing. Graduated 1984 and moved to Toronto.Moved to Saarbrücken, Germany in 1993.Have traveled many places in North, Middle and South America and Europe.Besides reading and writing also work on photography and music.

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Lunanity

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Love Letter for Luna

Book 11

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Table Of Content

day 168 31.10.2020

day 169 01.11.2020

day 170 03.11.2020

day 171 04.11.2020

day 172 05.11.2020

day 173 07.11.2020

day 174 08.11.2020

day 175 09.11.2020

day 176 10.11.2020

day 177 13.11.2020

day 178 14.11.2020

day 179 15.11.2020

day 180 16.11.2020

book 11

day_168_31.10.2020

It’s still Halloween. I thought I had something to say about someone. Oh. He could not get a number or State off the plate on the car, which was a pickup. He was sure it was a Dodge Ram. A little old. White. That was something. If the photo was relevant. And it had that feel about it. The clever move was to decide on the colours of the plate and the size of the state name; then compare them with all 50 states, whereby Alaska was not likely.

He enjoyed the little search and was rewarded for his diligence.

Wyoming. Why. Oh. Ming.

Likely an Indian word, the natives of the later called America. And they ain’t really Indians. Indians come from India and these other folk took advantage of low water levels 10 or 12 thousand years ago. And walked over from what we now call Asia. And the fuckers are so not any different than the fuckers that went into Europe that they are all fucking related.

He was part Indian, the native kind. He liked that he was but he was also part Neanderthal. Da fuck it matter what part who is what and why the fuck Wyoming. And ain’t that a big open nothing. What the hell is there. Do they have electricity. Is there any towns or cities.

I didn’t make it till, or to might be better grammar, midnight last night. Lost the ability to hold my eyes open about 22:00. I will go longer tonight. I could almost drink a drink if I had such a thing. Blueberry liquor. Maybe with lemon. Just to be dramatic on a Saturday. I was spoiled in the Studio. Not every night was my thing but it was mostly a fun place to be. And I would have a beer or two. It is mostly a sad thing to drink alone. Better to just hang with the Old Priest and look at the sky.

Looks like we could get some rain tonight, Drave King.

When coffee and cacao is roasted and kept dry, it would likely keep a long time.

A simple enough product to transport; that is true.

I was thinking of the trip we are planning.

The Old Priest laughed. Namor was openly a big fan of the coffee and cocoa drink.

Would you like another cup.

Namor looked in his cup to see that it was indeed empty. He smiled up at the priest and handed him the empty cup. He had a quick thought about where the cup had been. He, as many fighters did, carried one whenever away from his current place of residence. There had been a few brew and some fine wine and rivers of water from streams.

There have been times when a cup of water cannot be over done by any nectar. The night of black fire balloons. But this, my friend, this.

Namor took a sip.

This.

Detective Jill sat in front of her computer and watched the different recordings from the cameras at the station from the day of the shooting. She was certain, after watching what she could of Hans Peter and Roy Caligen, that Roy had no intention in his shooting of Hans Peter. Hans Peter was not supposed to be there. Or he was sent by Lilly’s guardian angel. Jill figured that if there was any justice, Hans Peter would get another life. You get to be born again. We have an opening in a Moslem family in London. Oh, you want to keep your religion. The waiting list is a little longer for a Jewish family. Partly because they have fewer babies since most of them don’t care what the Bible says about killing Canaanites and raping children. It’s just a collection of stories already. But our club has advantage. Jill didn’t know how it worked.

If when.

Maybe the truth is that we, life creatures, are the most precious element in the universe.

The most unlikely and most seldom and some of the most divine creatures of life are here now on this raft.

Until we come to the end of the river.

Then we will cross that ocean and that mountain and desert in our quest to be doing something of meaning with the cold and nearly naked void all around us calling out to give up and fade into darkness as is the norm in our brutal broth expanding into the eternal or falling into it or out of it or being the only it.

What was before space time.

Take as much time as you need with that one. But not too long. Time is running out. All lines of momentum point to the end. The outside world finds its way into your face and it wraps you tight in a warm blanket of pleasant apathy that gets you through to the next time you must deal with functions of the body that is the you of you. Thirst. Hunger. Fear. Desire.

And it came to pass.

One cannot pause one’s membership for a month on the first of the month. Fuckers. 20 Euros in suspended animation. Since they are closed, they add the 20 Euros to the end of time. So that when I die, I can go to the studio for another couple months and not pay.

It is not significance. We do not do business with people anymore. We deal with establishments. And people just work there