Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Si te hubieras venido, te me he venido también

The lights were on, Reese could move. Of course she could move.

2:55 a.m. Read the clock above the television.

The rain still splashed and splunked against the brick walls, slid through the half open windows and dampened her curtains. "Shit," Reese stood and wobbled, her head spinning. "Close the window," she said out loud, before she followed her own direction.

"Slow down, heart. There's no one here but us. Us and maybe John," she said. "He might still be here. I dunno. Check your phone, little girl."

Reese was not little. She was two meters tall, amazonian, bleached blonde. Ruddy.

"You could have done anything," she said, "But you didn't."
She lay on the couch, frozen, trapped in a night terror.

A gigantic, scorched man loomed above her. He grinned, dirty ivory needles for teeth flashed phosphorus. He jumped, knees bent, and landed on her chest. Reese gasped and the scorched man cackled, a high pitched whine.

"You should be more careful who you let into your house," he said.

Reese stared at him, paralyzed, unable to even close her eyelids. She huffed, a huge escaping breath as the scorched man flopped down on her. He poked her on the forehead, a charred fingernail nicked between her eyebrows.

"You should have been more careful who you let into your house," he said again and disappeared.

Reese gasped and snapped upright like a half sprung bear trap.

The lights were on, Reese could move. Of course she could move.

3:55 a.m. Read the clock above the television.

The rain still splashed and splunked against the brick walls, slid through the half open windows and dampened her curtains. "Shit," Reese stood and wobbled, her head spinning. "Close the window," she said out loud, before she followed her own direction.

"Slow down, heart. There's no one here but us. Us and maybe John," she said. "He might still be here. I dunno. Check your phone, little girl."

Reese was not little. She was two meters tall, amazonian, bleached blonde. Ruddy.

"You could have done anything," she said, "But you didn't."

Monday, September 28, 2015

Puertas en sus ojos para el diablo le entrar

The green of John's monitor garishly powdered his face in the dark of the cramped dining-cum-living room. He clicked and typed and squinted and occasionally mumbled congratulatory nothings at himself.

This went on for some hours.

John was in a tense moment of waiting for someone else to walk by him, to cross in front of his field of view when Reese slumped through their back door. John looked up, looking ghoulish, twitched in Reese's direction then was immediately scanning the pixelated concrete jungle on his computer monitor. "Huh." Reese mumbled, and dropped her house keys on the cluttered, gravy and rice encrusted stove.  "Didn't clean then?" She called out.

John grunted in response, a guttural "Nuh" then clicked and typed furiously for a few seconds. As suddenly a it started, John's motion ceased and his shoulders sagged a little.

"Didn't kill them, then?" Reese asked. She received the same response. "Bummer," she said and walked the three paces through their kitchen, into their dim living dash dining room. "I'm gonna shower," she said and leaned over John's laptop screen. She unzipped her damp hooded sweater and wiggled and wanly smiled. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Want to come shower?"

"Nuh."

Reese straightened up. "Well then," she said, and with a coffee cup rattling stomp and spin was on her way up the steep, narrow stairs to their bathroom.

John looked up and opened his mouth. He worked his jaw for a moment, muttered, "Whatever." and hunched back down around his laptop.

Upstairs, naked, in the bathroom, Reese stared at herself in the tiny mirror. She stood on her tiptoes and cupped her thin paunch with her hands and shook her head. The shower sputtered and steamed. She pushed and pulled her wet, white hair back behind her ears. She shook her shoulders, eyeing her boobs which wobbled solidly and made her smile.

The lights flickered off. Reese felt the house their tiny apartment was stuffed into thrum down to a standstill.

Downstairs, John swore and cursed and then something tinkle smashed against a wall.

Reese smiled, grimly, but immediately felt bad about her petty happiness.

There was a flash of heat lighting and through the bathroom's minuscule rectangular window, momentarily it looked like her reflection had lost its eyebrows and instead of strings of dark hair fussily hanging in her face, Reese's reflection had gigantic, gnashed teeth pushed through her lips and cheeks.

Then,  blackness. Blackness and silence.

More lightning.

"One one thousand," Reese said, "Two --"

Thunder.

And in the flash blue blackness that followed, the mirror rattled all by itself.