three line tales, week 156: stars over the sea
By Neel Anil Panicker
In a one horse town, he was the undoubted star, Emperor of all he surveyed, the cynoaurw of all damsels’ eyes, the Adonis of their wet dreams.

His fur coated jet black spiked leather jacket, his all bronze long hair that flowed in the wind laden air when he came riding that monster of a machine that everyone had christened Detonator, his whisky dipped eyes and that heavy baritone of a voice that boomed and resonated in every throbbing heart ensured that he had the village bellies eating out of his hands.

By the time the folks discovered he  was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, Samuel Kuriakose  had struck gold and emptied the town of it’s coffers leaving behind him over two score love lorn women who held in their bellies the seeds of his manliness.

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