Swan Song Billy

Diffident 2 stories

Summary

It wasn’t at all clear just when Ladd William Britt fizzled into a wisp of fading white smoke. Or when he became merely Billy Britt, which was the first step in his deconstruction. There certainly weren’t any visible signs. No alarm bells. No flashing lights. No sudden weight loss or gain. No fog descending to envelop him. No steam rising off his body. No angels with gossamer wings blowing trumpets softly. No harp-plucking cherubs. No sightings of Lucifer or Prometheus. No tipping a flask of schnapps or Kentucky bourbon between classes, although the idea appealed to him. Just, poof! Gone. Elvis has left the building.