1.9.22


hennaed hands  sleeves

small hands

she was lucky if she was five feet tall he said Id guess 152.4 CM  she giggled  You make me feel taller, thank you.

Yare welcome

she ran a greeting card shop 
                             printed her own out of the rear of the building interspersed them among the standardfare Hallmark American Greetings local artisans also placed theirs for a nominal display fee 
                                                                                             it had a communal feel her decoration was inviting

a mutual friendwho knew told him a week after she stopped to chat with him outside hennas shop that she was curious about him 
           I think you need to send a card to someone.
he was actually a whore one could lead to water and make him drink 
Mind you  she said   Ana A N A is unique.

Shes sui generis

her face went deadpan
                         Yeah Joe . . whatever.  she said whatever to irk himhe irked her 
Okay Raquel  okay 
                     Friends

If not I wouldn’t have turned you onto her.                         

Thank you

Maybe you thank me after you get a ball rolling. Then you can take me out for a drink.
   ahcovert  possibly a nefarious operation

I  guess well see

Oh I have little doubt you’ll charm her out of her pants like you charmed me out of mine.
   that was insane

he nodded  We certainly sowed wild oats . .
. . We’re lucky we weren’t arrested for she burst out laughingDISORDERLY lewd conduct.

Had we been Idve charged them with being prude 
                                                        We did tear it up
We did!
           If you two hookup don’t tell me . I rather want to see it on her face . . I can remember mine reflected in a storefront window.

he shook his headit was a vivid memory 
                                            We made a time of it
Yes.  Then I left for school.
In Europe

Yes.  There was that. 
                           If I hadn’t we’d’ve been reduced to a heap of ash.
  Thas  poetic 
                Takin blow jobshead by the wind

That wasn't.

  No  Just saying  
                        Between us head was might popular
Stop.
      Go buy a card, introduce yourself to Ana. 


he did




Ana rolled out of bedDammit, I’m late again! she went to the bathroom and started the shower 

it was a shower stall

he pulled the curtain aside 

he leered
          she was so beautiful wet   slick  like an otter

she laughedgave him a little tug I don’t think there’s room in here for the three of us.

Well  I got an idea
                       Lets make him disappear one way or another

00:00,  Thursday,  1  9. 22
1236,  Thursday


  its golden hour
                maybefingers crossed someone shot him as he walked across the field past razedtoppled trees land choppedup into lots some foundations excavated or maybe an interior Mariachi bandit recording him to cut him intoedit him into  dreams   memories  shooting black an white or cinemascope

he was angered 
                  he had argued strenuously before the City Council against selling off the green parcelsarguing they ought to be maintainedEVERYTHINGeverything didnt have to be about chasing the almighty buck
                                                                                                     without greenways yards their community would eventually collapse into sterile urban monotony 


standing at the edge of a trench some threefourfeet deep he glanced a glittering in the crumbledearth rock shale reflecting shards of sunlight whichnot ten minutes later  he would never have seen

he jumped down into it

toed away the collapsedearth

a flask

bending to pick it up not a few feet away more glittering  another flask  then another    another  strung out in the same cease not thirty metres apart 
                                           then the sunlighting was gone the sky darkening quickly 

he put the flasks in his jacket pockets climbed out of the cut and walked home


all four were filled
                   with blood
a little diabolical
macabre

as dinner was going he poured himself refrigerated Ouzo wanted something as viscousabsent colour to mirror the blood
     he could be macabre too

in the morning hed take the flasks to the police lead them to the ditch

he hoped once they were no longer evidence they would return them to him so he could rinse them out and use
they were handsome flasks


friends heard that and freaked
                                 he decided he wouldnt tell them the steak knives they used at dinner were once murder weapons 
               how could he not  they were superior Japanese cutlery Lotus  Damascus steel  Sapele wood handles 
it often used for guitar necks
    he wouldnt say
                        theyd be offended at a minimum        
0746,  Monday,  29  8. 22
1057,  Thursday,  1  9. 22