Lust Demented

{XLII}

“DON’T LET HER GET AWAY.” My words were muffled. Detective Anderson was wiping Hawaii’s blood off my face with my own shirt. The heavy summer air stuck to my bare chest. I felt covered in omnipotent honey. Stuck in a beehive with the bees stinging everyone, but me. They knew I was watching. They liked it that way.

“You live in a fucking dream world Farrow. I’m going get your head checked out. Cunt dropped like a penny from the Empire State Building.” Sgt. Bethany Powers flew up in my face.

“More like a silver dollar. Monsters always leave a big mess.” Detective Anderson kicked back filling out the tag team.

“I’m sorry about Hawaii. Had nothing against her, but maybe you did?”

“I thought you guys know everything.”

“We know Missy’s in mainland China and she didn’t leave with a baby. Crossed the border on her lonesome, under the name Eun Young.”

“Wait what... no baby?” Detective Anderson’s words hit me as a decaying hum.

Smoke through her nose. Cigarette dangling from her mouth. Missy was always destroying pages. I shouldn’t have left them around to curl up and turn to ash.

“You don’t want me to finish.”

“You can’t finish. Everything you start blossoms into life, then slowly gets sick.” It was a few straight weeks of insults. It wasn’t like this in the beginning. My girlfriend was fucking another man to help get my book published and she was the one that was insecure. There was nothing to do, but ignore her and that of course was why the snakes rolled around in their pit biting at the air.

“Seoul. Farrow, don’t tell me you never thought about it.”

“Missy overstayed her visa by six years. What did you expect to run into her sunning in Sheep’s Meadow?”

Another woman’s arms were around me. Sgt. Bethany Powers’ eyes blasted lasers. Adelora’s opals deflected them into the crooked cop’s screw face.

“Officers please give me a moment with my client, Mr. Faro.” Adelora wrapped me up in her serenity, leading me away.

“Watch out Chica. Guy’s born under a bad sign.” Sgt. Bethany Powers unsnapped the cover on her holster and anxiously resnapped it several times.

“We’re bored of him already.” Detective Anderson touched his tongue to his upper lip, eyeing Adelora.

Adelora shook the envelope in her hands. She was having a conversation with herself inside her own head. Both Anderson’s and Powers’ eyes weighed down on us as we walked away. Soon enough their feet would most likely follow their eyes. The tracks overhead started shaking again. The first trains since the accident approached the plaza. Adelora glanced back to see if they were still behind us. I could tell by her face that they were. She seemed to go over it a little longer.

“You know I was sitting at home with this envelope in my hands and all I could think of was my father. What it would be like if we didn’t meet for the first time at his gravestone.” Adelora nonchalantly slid through an opening in the fence and hopped down onto an embankment dropping steeply into the Sunnyside Yards. I followed in the same fashion beachkids jump from the boardwalk, hit the sand, and race to the sea.

“I always dreamed that my dad would bring me to the circus. I dreamed he would walk across the tightrope with me.” Rocks and overgrown weeds, we walked down a lonely abandoned rail line caught in the tangle of dozens others that were ready for action. We didn’t have to look back to remember our abandoned overgrown shadows.