The King
by William Morgan
The men threw Rodney, the Elvis impersonator to the ground,beat him, kicked him, unzipped their flies,then collectively urinated on him.
“There’s your King In Yellow!” one of them hollered.
The men laughed.
Rodneys’ girl , Cassilda, stared at the men with fury as the walls in the alley shimmered,the stars in the sky moved into strange constellations, the ground gave way, and a tower appeared across a black lake.
The circle of men step back in fear as The Masked Stranger stands before them.
“No,” Cassilda says, triumphantly, “here’s your King In Yellow.”
