Welcome to Cyberville, it’s almost 4:oo pm on Friday and the air around us has to it an almost eerie chill, we are traveling on the Blogstream highway 1heading east parallel to the River of Thoughts, we are three miles from the turn off at Crows Crossing Road, my associate riding in the passenger seat is none other than my good friend and fellow blogger Sherry of the Raindrops blog. The sign post ahead says Crows Crossing Road next right, we exchange glances and Sherry nods as I ease the black sedan into the right hand lane. We turn off and I can feel my anticipation growing, but I can tell that Sherry isn’t sold on the whole Idea yet, but there in the distance I can it see it standing there all alone just one half mile past the graveyard on Blackleaf Trail, the future.. My future, awaits.. I’ve brought Sherry with me because I value her opinion, well, there’s that, and the fact that she was the only one brave enough to come with me.. As we pull up to the driveway I know I’m home, but Sherry still needs to be sold..
We step up onto the dirty old porch and the wooden floorboards show their age and softly Creak beneath our feet, we pause to look around us, there are trees that tower Above the House where the leaves have begun to dry out and have fallen into the yard, where the chilly winds blow them to and from every direction, I slide the Skeleton key into the lock and turn it, the door swings inward with creaking sounds of it own and Sherry and I take our first steps thru the doorway, I see in the window there is still a dusty old neon sign still hanging there, the bar is old and dusty and many of the original glass bottles still sit on the shelves behind it. Sherry stands in the middle of the floor looking around.
“It’s awful dirty Scratch..” she tells me.
“Yes.. It is.” I answer.
“Not to mention…well Scratch..” she pause’s as if to choose her words carefully..
“Its..”
“What Sherry?” I answer. “You can tell me.”
“Well.. it’s a little on the Darkside isn’t it?”
“Yeah…Its Perfect.”
A thousand thoughts flood my mind about the possibilities here.. It will be a place for souls, for people of all walks of life to come and share in their lives, to eat, drink and make merriment, and to regale us with the stories of their hopes, dreams and their greatest of all fears.. It will be a place where Passion, love and pain will all come to do their dance’s together, and to share with all people here their most coveted of prizes. We spend the rest of the afternoon sweeping and cleaning and Sherry has most graciously been of invaluable assistance to me.. She smiles and walks too the window and straitens the neon sign there and we put up the new ones beside it.. I put my finger beneath the switch and give it a flick.. And as darkness settles on the intersection where Blackleaf Trail meets Crows Crossing Road a lone building comes to life with the faint hums of neon.. Reaching out invisible arms to all travelers who brave these dark deserted roads… Welcome..
