This is my entry to the writing challenge involving Mangy Werewolves and Vampires.
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I knew the meaning of life but then I forgot it. I had written it down and mailed it to the New Yorker but they rejected it. I talked it over with my Priest and he denied it. I spoke about it with the Governor and he buried it. I went to a bar, had a drink and spoke to the bartender but he already knew it. A beautiful women over heard the conversation and offered to buy me another drink. I accepted the drink and we discussed it over several more, some on me some on her. We went back to her hotel room and lived it. The next morning she told me of her husband and children and her life back in Kansas. She said it was complicated, but that she enjoyed it.
I wandered the streets, bought a hot dog, sat in the park and pondered it. The hot dog wasn’t good so I just held it. Then a pigeon landed nearby and I threw him a piece of the bun he consumed it. It brought me joy I can’t explain it. Soon I had a flock of pigeons surrounding me and I was completely out of hot dog and bun. A bum sat on the bench next to me and told me how he loved to feed the pigeons also. The man with nothing handed me half of a stale loaf of bread he had been given by the lady at the bakery. I asked him why he didn’t eat the bread himself instead of feeding the pigeons.
He told me he was hungrier for company than food. I told him of the woman, he told me of time travel and how we had actually sat together 100 years before when he was a mangy werewolf and I was a vampire. A bicycle drove by and scattered the pigeons. He claimed the bicyclist was an enemy of the pigeons and had been sent by Gannet to disperse them back to their home planet. He said he had fought off many bicyclists but they had allies on horseback in the park that could read his mind and would lock him in the mind sucking chamber if he attacked anymore bicyclists.
I asked if he had been locked up before. He said many times. I told him I was glad the pigeons had such a good friend and offered to buy him a hot dog. He told me he did not need my charity. A minute later a woman was walking by with her dogs and he stood up and offered to walk the dogs for a small fee. The woman politely declined but handed him a 10 dollar bill. He walked to the hot dog cart and bought two hot dogs and two drinks.
He sat beside me and handed me one of the dogs along with an orange soda pop. This time I enjoyed the hot dog and savored the soda. I hadn’t had orange soda since I was a kid. It was sweet and refreshing. The bum told me he had urgent business but that he had enjoyed our conversation. He hoped to talk to me sometime in the past and that he should go. I nodded saying we surely shall talk before in another time, and I look forward to it.
I made my way back to my house where I found my wife and child. She asked where I had been; I talked of time travel and pigeons but kept the woman a secret. She seemed to roll my answer around in her head and then she asked? What is the meaning of all this? Why do we stay together? What possible reason could we have to live, if you are crazy and I am unhappy? Why am I here? I told her I knew yesterday, but today I forgot it.
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I really like it too.I thought you were going to leave it on the thread, unpublished. I’m glad you didn’t do that 
mmm interesting read, totally mad but enjoyable at the same time liked!
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