Effervescent II
Two plops and an angry fizz bring relief for the nausea but never the shame. The wrinkled cash on the dresser for cab fare makes her retch.
Two plops and an angry fizz bring relief for the nausea but never the shame. The wrinkled cash on the dresser for cab fare makes her retch.
Flat champagne and cracked mirrors. Bite marks and bruises. Another blurry night, but in the day’s new light a smile bubbles up to her lips.
He slinks out the back door, tasting bile in his mouth. He’s foiled, but he’s an optimist. The night is still young. The hunter still lurks.
“I saw what you did. You leave or I break your face.” He’s angry. He wants to smash the glass in the man’s face, but everyone’s staring.
She’s watching a couple stagger out, looking so beatific he almost feels bad. He’s about to speak when he’s shoved. “Don’t.” A man’s shout.
Vodka and ketamine trickles down his knuckle as he returns. He stops himself from tasting it, but he can’t stop his heart from pounding.
“It’s amazing how many pretty girls come here.” She tells him to stop. But she also smiles.The hunter moves closer, “Can I buy you a drink?”
He approaches and offers her his name and his hand. She only smiles nervously and looks away. He winks and says, “Hey listen, I don’t bite.”
A smile and a courteous nod hide him better than a wolf in the trees. The prey doesn’t even know the hunt is on and death is already near.
Neon gas hisses in the lights like an asp. The couples are pairing off now, leaving in safe groups into the city. But still, danger lurks.