The Dreamers By LU KELLA [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Thrilling Wonder Stories Winter 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Bathed in moonlight pouring between scudding black clouds is a toasty brown bun that is only twenty-five feet, six inches long, eight feet, three inches high and ten feet, four inches thick. Stretched invitingly in the bun is the pièce of resistance—the dog—and not the tasteless mongrel type, but the juicy Great Dane breed. There's also blue electric signs that say: FRANKIE'S FRANKIE Link One A roadside diner that takes the eye, eh? Now come in and give the eye to the guy who dreamed it up. Light brown hair parted neatly on the side. Slightly unstraight nose. Round pink face usually having a grin that's geared to friendly brown eyes. Okay, so you'd rather look at what's wearing the white sandals, yellow blouse and a green skirt that don't hide too much of tanned legs. Don't forget there's also sunny hair that sweeps up from small ears and turns to curls on which sets a sassy white thingamajig that reads: FRANKIE'S FRANKIE, Link One. Also take a gander at them lake-cool blue eyes, the set of that nose and those red lips. No, buster, you aren't the only guy wonders just who's boss of who and what, especially when she takes that thingamajig off her head at the end of her shift and says, "Frankie, honey, did you latch the counter window?" He knows the sweet-talk covers a bitter pill. "Sure," he says, shucking off his white jacket, which also has FRANKIE'S FRANKIE, Link One, on it, and reaches for his old Air Force jacket. "Well, Mary—" "Well, you'd better make sure." She's looking into her compact and touching her hair here and there. "The other night you forgot and in walked some old crows." "Owls." So Frankie looks at the counter window. And clears his throat to cover up the sound of turning a latch lever. "It's locked." "It wasn't." She's applying lipstick just-so now. "So I've lost my mind." He looks hopefully at who he's lost more than his mind to. "So how's about us taking in Vera Verina in "Love Me" at the Rivoli?" She even
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