mankey

Time Waits He waits. Silently, unblinkingly he waits. For What no-one is sure, all any-one knows is he's been waiting longer than any-one can remember, the day he rode into town is lost to the desert, expect of course to he, he remembers all. "Whiskey, good whisky, none of your swill". The bar fell silent. He could feel eyes burning into the back of his head, like he was being branded with a glance. He sat, he drank and he drank some-more, never lifting his gaze from the filthy bar.     He had not lifted his eyes since he entered the saloon, not even to address the bar-keep, when he was empty he just lifted his finger and as if by magic h