The nights were long, clear, a dull being before the sun made its
way in to its regretful shine of his revealed counted days. He
knows no one will come, rescue him and sadly least; notice him at
all. 'A gypsy curse' is how he seen it, the day he decide to walk
out on his wife. She was in the middle of trying to convince him
to by a pool, a under ground pool for their new home. That was
after he had been watching her eyeballing the two men next door.
The two men: homosexuals and he couldn't stand the thought of it.
He knew she was up to something and he was sure as hell that it
was going to involve them.
"Oh come on, this is our future." She said standing
next to the dinning table, the pamphlets laid out with her hand
on them as he ate his breakfast shaking his head.
"We live in a nice community, lots of pools. You want
a pool, go for a swim, there's plenty of them around." He told
her then brings his hand up over his face as the other slid a
fork of scrambled eggs up in to his mouth.
"Well, weather you like it or not, this house is
getting a pool."
"This house," He said, dropping the fork on to the
table as she stepped back and away with the pamphlets in her
hand, then slipped them down in to her shirt and into her braw.
He stands up, turns his back to the table, throwing the napkin up
over his shoulder as he turns his back to his seat.
"Yes, this house, and a pool." She said, standing him
at his stand and looking him in the eye. He looks at her, down in
to her breast as the pamphlets begin to slide on down then took a
step forward, knocked her in the shoulder with his and walked her
on by as she whimpered: watching the pamphlets fall to the floor.
With out stopping or looking back, with out a doubt for his
rejected compassion for the women he had been sharing a bed with;
he walks on out the door, leaving her there in her place, picking
the pamphlets up from off of the floor and with a table, which
has had its breakfast disturbed.
The sun was rising, coming in to its full gloom of
the morning's peak. He lets his BMW coast, setting it on after he
filled it up at the last of the gas stations marking the town
line roads. "Gypsies" He said, looking over the flyer that the
gas attendant gave him. He lets his eyes scroll down on to the
exotic dancer's, advertising a full reading 'internal and
external.' "Now that's something worth knowing about" he said
then read the all night deal in under the exotic pitcher of a
women and thought to him self that a day or two away was just
what he is going to be needing as he accelerated, resetting his
cruise control into its top speed.
Hours went by, the flyer folded in half set up on the
dash, showing the exotic women and the directions to it. He looks
around, looking for this place of no other, a place where he
could release all of his problems and be away from the life that
has now led him in to a dead end from out of civilization. He
stares up into the sky, noticing that the winds were blowing the
clouds in to a dark quicker than they usually would, then from
out of the corner of his eye he seen it; a light blinking in
three different shades of red as the building beneath it slowly
lit in to its fade, letting the brightest of blinked light its
surroundings. He checks the reads on his warning panel, thinking
he has to hit in to the dirt with the sixty five thousand dollar
car that he bought for him self, the car his wife hated because
of all the attention it would gather. With a glimpse on to the
flyer, staring on to the women of exotica then watching, looking
around and knowing no one is there or going to stop him. He turns
the car over on to the dirt and rolls on in towards the light,
letting his seat absorb the ride as he seen himself parking in
under that red flashing blinking glow.
"Hello" she said, knowing her appearance was going to
stand him in for a stand still. He stops and goes blind, his
thoughts race back to the main entrance way as his mind follows
along, showing him all of the paintings on the wall, the little
statue men lined up on the shelves behind the front counter along
the wall then as he passed them and walked by a row of man size
"Now, now" She said, rubbing her hand on to his face,
sliding her palms in to his eyes.
"Yes" he said, feeling her skin sending a striking
red bright in to his view then opened his eyes.
"Yes" she said it again; he watched as the pitcher in
the flyer swept up off his dashboard and knocked him in the face.
She was it, all and more. A striking image of a goddess, long
dark brown hair, big brown eyes, and a set of lips he could only
dream about from when he was a kid. She step back, looked him up
and down as he stood there with in his own taste for thoughts
then let the red silk robe lined with red crystals fall to the
floor and revealed her body of erotica to him.
"shush" she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him
in behind her and he begins to step to her beat, letting his
thoughts from in a civilized manner pass him by before she
stepped him in thru a beaded door way then turned her head back
and watched the ruby's and crystals shine in to his face as she
swung open the door.
He sits motionless, not knowing if it was for real,
sitting in a chair naked as this beautiful woman stands in front
of a paint board with a brush in her hand. His absent breaths
leave him with out a read, the read that could tell him if he has
been lip to lip with her, if he already pleasured him self in the
company of the silent women who is painting him as he sits naked
in a chair. His skin, he can feel it begin to rubber from wanting
to stand to his feet and give him self to her for a memory, the
reason why he was their as his lust sends its mean from in his
eye feeding him a temptation to now let her know he is there. She
looks on to him, knowing the last of his boiling blood is setting
up in to his head. She steps out from in behind the painting,
smiles then turns the painting around with her left hand.
"Gypsy curse" he says, watching him self being eaten
from in the one means for a life from another as he sets a stair
from in the painting mounted on the wall of her kitchen as that
red blinking light shines in thru its window. The exotic beauty,
the goddess he had come to be read, to relief his life's sorrow
and for the time he needed away; now sits to her self at her
table, his corps laid out, spilling his blood in to both ends as
it leaks in to the barrels set at each. She looks up on to him,
stares in to the painting, looking him straight in the eyes then
follows its frame around before she lifted the fork of his flesh
back up and sucked back the juices from in the quench on his