Once upon a time. All good stories start out like that, right? Well once upon a time I started writing a story in hopes that I could turn it into something special. It ended up never quite working out the way I had hoped and eventually I went on to abandon the entire thing.
Not all was a loss, though. I learned a lot of really good lessons that only come from trying something and failing. And who knows one day bits and pieces of this will find its way into something else that I write. Until then I figured I would at least share a small piece of what I was working on.
This was one of the first "segments" that I wrote and I always thought it was pretty interesting. To bad I could never quite come up with interesting things to say around it.
My head was spinning a mile a minute. I was tired. Exhausted. Quite frankly this is the last thing I should be doing tonight. But there I was, and there she was. You could smell her perfume from a mile away. The type of scent that would drive any man wild. Tonight, it was making me crazy.
I didn't have to ask what would come next. We both somehow knew. She told me to close my eyes and I wasn't one to argue. The darkness will be forgiving... at least that's what I've told myself. She leaned in and her scent mixed with mine. I could feel her lips, soft and moist, her tongue shoved deep into my throat. I reached out with my left arm and accidentally brushed up against her leg. She didn't notice. Thank god she didn't notice.
She leaned in, whispering into my ear. Telling me everything I've ever wanted to hear. I've never met someone as beautiful as her before. I wonder what she did? Or who she did it to? Then I remember that its thinking like this which will get us both in trouble. For a minute I almost lost site of what I was here to do. I've been thinking irrationally. Its that scent.. is just driving me crazy, but I've got a job to do and its time to do it.
I reach over with my free arm. A silent snap. She doesn't expect a thing. I tell her everything will be ok. Not to take it personally. That this is just business. I reach my hand up the front of her shirt, the cold unforgiving steel pushed against her chest. The sudden look of fear has struck her eyes and suddenly I can't smell that perfume anymore. One shot. That's all it takes. One shot that echoes off deep into the night. A sound I've become all too familiar with.
My head was spinning a mile a minute. I was tired. Exhausted. But here I am. And there she was. I had a job to do... and I did it. I'll cash the check first thing tomorrow morning. Now... I wonder if she'll fit into the trunk of my car?
THE NEXT MORNING
I've got that feeling in my gut. That cold, hard, sick feeling that something is wrong. Only I'm not smart enough to know what. My mind is still on that angel of a women I meet last night. That flowing black hair. Those bright green eyes. So full of energy and love. For a minute I picture her, still stuffed in my trunk. Naked. Alone. Forgotten. Those same eyes, lifeless and dead. I keep asking myself... was it worth it? This life I've chose? But I don't have the time to think these thoughts. I've still got some unfinished business to attend to in the trunk of my car.
So I make myself a pot of coffee and light a cigarette. The sweet taste of nicotine is a nice distraction from the burden of my everyday existence. My body is still aching from last night. I don't know if I'm hungry or if I'm going to throw up. Not that it matters much anyhow. If I am hungry there isn't a spot of food in this entire shit-hole of an apartment. So I down five or six aspirin and call it a morning. I take a nice long hot shower. It helps to ease the knots in my stomach. I try to wash off the splatters of her blood that have dried on my skin. Deep down I know that no matter how hard I try, It'll never wash clean. And that's when it hits me like a ton of bricks. That smell. That angel of a smell. I don't know where it came from but it made me realize that I don't even know her name full name. Who was she? Where was she going? What did she want to be? None of this matters now. I've crushed all her hopes, desires, and dreams. And for what? A lousy paper check sitting on my coffee table.