The smirking jocund clock prods its baleful bongs
and pallid complexion onto the people in the City Square. Its pestering fingers
point straight towards my deepening dread, in the form of the numeral twelve. My
gaze pursues a delivery man�one of those young fellows who hasn�t enough
seasoning to learn to hate his job�into the impending coffeeshop. A sparkle of
crimson glistens from the window, and then I see her. Teardrops of sunlight
drench her burnished hair, and her angelic appearance makes her appear nearly
hallowed. Her sanguine lips caress a cigarette between them; she has always been
a slave to the habit. In a nonchalant manner, she stretches her legs further
beneath the table.
Reality check. I jerk my
stare to the streets and quicken my pace. I could stare at her all day if I
hadn�t the self-control or the motivation to do other things. I yank the glass
door open and order an Espresso�black, the way she likes
them.
The server�s eyes are deep-set; they carry a
sense of her modesty. He hands me a steaming styrofoam cup of Java. The
creamy smoothness blends into my own ebony skin as I lift it to my
lips.
Pay him, walk.Her indifferent gaze
deliberately passes beyond me. I swerve around the tables towards our own by the
window.
A woman brushes past. Her fiery lipstick
suggests the sweater Eve wore when we first met here.I approach.
So many things to say."You didn�t
forget."
Her sunken eyes glance at me. To this
Grecian goddess, I am merely another foolish mortal. Her breath crystallizes
into velvet words�"I never miss a Friday." To satisfy her odious nature, she
laughs and adds, "Despite your coming here." Ivory smoke pours out her mouth
like the putrid steam streaming out the sewer.
I
could nearly distinguish the malevolent thoughts about me flickering within her
mind and midnight eyes. She extinguishes her cigarette and oozes towards the
door.
"Is it over?"
She
never replied. Eve slithers through the entrance, dumping me into the pit of her
entrails where all of her other victims drowned.
I
see her display another cigarette. Upon lighting it, the smoke mingles with her
icy breath. She had always been a slave to the habit.