river boat © by Hungarian Snow

He was gaining speed and that was a good thing.  The flat bottom boat was cruising nicely a top the muddy water.  At this rate he’d be in New Orleans in three days.  He meandered to the front of the boat to inspect his large clownish shoes he had set out to dry. He found himself daydreaming about being reunited with Mary and the others.  Being a clown vampire was much more lonely than he ever imagined.  Something squeaked.