Old Ghosts – Part VII
Feb 23rd, 2010 | By Nik Korpon | Category: Old Ghosts, SeriesThe ocean thrummed in my ear, Amy’s breathing a soft breeze blowing tall grasses along the dunes.
The ocean thrummed in my ear, Amy’s breathing a soft breeze blowing tall grasses along the dunes.
The promise I’d made Chance stuck to my skin as if it was covered in tacks and though he could find me whenever he wanted, I still tried to avoid him if possible.
Chance took me to a café with wood-paneled walls and though I’d never set foot on the concrete floor, the hushed vertigo of memory swirled around me.
The days passed, because that is what days do.
Delilah sat in the backseat, twirling her hair around her finger while Chance whistled along with the radio.
We trailed Chance through the hallway and down to the kitchen, a two-headed snake following the charmer’s horn.
The man stood by the window, looking over the neighborhood like a hawk in its nest.
Her skin parts like wet silk under a razor, and even with a gaping hole in her face, she’s quite beautiful.
An onshore wind blows over a head-high wave as Jacob sits facing the Atlantic, his elbows wrapped around his knees.
Ruben sunk the eight ball on the break.