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Friday, April 13, 2012

Weekend At Willies Chapter Six: Sibilance

Birds Of Paradise, by Rumspringa.

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Joey found himself full of adrenaline. He had no ride, but he had game. This little lion man could untie any knot that presented itself to his face. He was an instigator, and that would always be his super-power.

He hid and waited for the hostibal constable to stop chasing him, and while he crept down low behind many locked and secured vehicles, he knew that one of them would hold the key to his escape. The fear of alarm held him back. There would be no way to test each door one at a time and risk the car becoming alarmed, and flashing its lights and honking like an angry or frightened goose.

But what if every one of them was alarmed? Being the little instigator that he was, he decided to alarm all of them.

At once.

And then, there would be one or two who stuck out in the crowd because their owner had not locked them up. Sometimes, folks who park in the emergency lot of a hostibal have other things on their minds.

Once all of the cars were alarmed, he would not have long before someone would take notice and come see what all of the ruckus was. So he would have to find a car that was unlocked, and then he would have to try to start it, and he would not have much time at all.

+ + + + + + +

The young man went back to his iron cot and sat down. It was going to be a long night. The hiss of a death rattle echoed over and over in his brain. That is what the last exhale of a dead person sounds like. He was not going to be able to get back to sleep.

In his mind, he heard the sibilance of soft whispering from the lips of someone who held his memory intact, and she was gone. He knew it. He felt it in his bones.

Katheena was a dead girl.


He jumped up and swung around. Someone had whispered his name in his ear.

It sounded like her.

+ + + + + + +

“It seems that your friend has left you here alone.”

“My friend? Oh, yes, that naked Tellesco chap. Did he tell you to where he was headed?”

“Tellesco? Is that his name?”

“Yes, it is. He said that he is my best friend.”

“Well, I don’t know why someone would leave his best friend alone in a strange place to fend for himself when he was incapacitated.”

“Yes, this is a strange place, indeed. But I’m certain he will be back. I could see it in his eyes. He would never leave Sean alone without help. Are you going to help me?” Seen looked up into the nurse’s eyes.

She nodded. “Don’t you worry, we will help you. You are out of danger.”

Seen smiled at her. She seemed to be telling the truth. He was happy that he was there, in a brightly lit place, when for so long, it had been all a black hole, and he had been awaiting his freedom. He had things that needed to be done.

He would get them done.

He had his own agenda.

+ + + + + + +

Tellesco screamed at me in surprise as I yanked that heavy hearse door open, and then he said, “Mr. Will! I thought it was all over for me! What’s going on?!”

“Drive.” I slammed the door shut and looked him right in the eye. “Sean is getting help. Now you need to get this bitch right the fuck out of here.”

Tellesco’s lip began to tremble. “Leave Sean here alone? But he’s hurt!”

I would have grabbed him by the lapels if he had been wearing any clothes. “Sean is safe. Now fucking drive.”

Tellesco wiped his tears and he put that iron beast into gear. “Ok. If you say so.”

Best thing he could have said.

We were gone.

God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.

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