A mystery piece
Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 8:11 am
The paper said not guilty, but the truth, the real truth, was a secret, deep down inside my heart. Locked up like I should have been.
I pulled out my cigar, Cuban and custom made. The smoke was grey and pleasing and it soothed my nerves like a kind of music one hears down in their soul. My suspension on the force would last for another week or two, and so in the meanwhile I'm relaxing. I was about to fetch myself a glass of chardoney when the doorbell rung. I slipped on my slippers and came to a stop at the slab of treated mahogany wood. I opened the door and I couldn't believe my eyes.
We slapped our faces together and began kissing.
It was the long kind of kissing, the one where both your tongues dance around like wild snakes in a burrow. They slither all around in deep long holes, looking for prey but they happen to find each other. Curling and entwining until both are one. A mass of oscillating flesh, going round and round like a ferris wheel. And as we reached the top, the sights began pouring in. Vivid images blazing from my memory, like bullet shells.
Green light. Red light. Traffic ticket. Half-finished hotdogs. Smooth legs, warm hands, dark movie theaters. Dallas, Texas. Texas. Goddamnit.
I pulled away, knowing what this was all about.
"You shouldn't have come back" I said, shoving a cigar back into my mouth.
"I know. But I just couldn't resist."
How could she. She was dead afterall.
I pulled out my cigar, Cuban and custom made. The smoke was grey and pleasing and it soothed my nerves like a kind of music one hears down in their soul. My suspension on the force would last for another week or two, and so in the meanwhile I'm relaxing. I was about to fetch myself a glass of chardoney when the doorbell rung. I slipped on my slippers and came to a stop at the slab of treated mahogany wood. I opened the door and I couldn't believe my eyes.
We slapped our faces together and began kissing.
It was the long kind of kissing, the one where both your tongues dance around like wild snakes in a burrow. They slither all around in deep long holes, looking for prey but they happen to find each other. Curling and entwining until both are one. A mass of oscillating flesh, going round and round like a ferris wheel. And as we reached the top, the sights began pouring in. Vivid images blazing from my memory, like bullet shells.
Green light. Red light. Traffic ticket. Half-finished hotdogs. Smooth legs, warm hands, dark movie theaters. Dallas, Texas. Texas. Goddamnit.
I pulled away, knowing what this was all about.
"You shouldn't have come back" I said, shoving a cigar back into my mouth.
"I know. But I just couldn't resist."
How could she. She was dead afterall.