Mottled like a wine mark or a hasty kiss left-over, was the reminder. Risen to the surface like oil on water, another scar, another bad trip down memory lane, another bruise. His face was ugly with the tension in it. He never relaxed. He parked his car, jumped over the door and headed down the street, trying to get familiar with this sh*t hole. He fixed himself a woman and a drink at the Jumping Board (good name for a dive, he thought) and headed upstairs like the rat he was, one hand wrapped around a beer the other around the blonde's ass; he only liked blonde's and he liked them better when they were a handful.
He led her into the room and watched from the corner of his crooked eye as she got undressed. She looked vaguely familiar, but his mind wasn't the best after a few too many and he was feeling weary. She had a mask on like some reject clown on a Bon Voyage from Venice. She'd heaped on some blue lipstick to match her nails. But it was her hair that stuck out. A blonde bob. Fat curls. He admired her as he shucked off his boots, took off his buckle..
"Let me.", she asked, her voice sluiced-through with morning light. I let her.
Then she pulled the knife, and it was all over. The mask came off. Her eyes shone. Her beyond redemption face shone with them. She was such a sight, such a fight. Hadn't this been the way it had been back in the day' Back when love was their calling"
"Bunny, you lousy b*tch." He slapped her sideways and hauled her by the collar, while one white-as-snow leg tried to kick the jaw. F*ckin' heels, Rinn boomed, and she was down.
Half an hour later, soaking in the tub and holding a gun at her head, tied as she was to the toilet, he dialed Emar.
"Brother.."
"What is it?"
"We're on."
He led her into the room and watched from the corner of his crooked eye as she got undressed. She looked vaguely familiar, but his mind wasn't the best after a few too many and he was feeling weary. She had a mask on like some reject clown on a Bon Voyage from Venice. She'd heaped on some blue lipstick to match her nails. But it was her hair that stuck out. A blonde bob. Fat curls. He admired her as he shucked off his boots, took off his buckle..
"Let me.", she asked, her voice sluiced-through with morning light. I let her.
Then she pulled the knife, and it was all over. The mask came off. Her eyes shone. Her beyond redemption face shone with them. She was such a sight, such a fight. Hadn't this been the way it had been back in the day' Back when love was their calling"
"Bunny, you lousy b*tch." He slapped her sideways and hauled her by the collar, while one white-as-snow leg tried to kick the jaw. F*ckin' heels, Rinn boomed, and she was down.
Half an hour later, soaking in the tub and holding a gun at her head, tied as she was to the toilet, he dialed Emar.
"Brother.."
"What is it?"
"We're on."