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Oh, How We Danced

Claire’s stomach knotted up as she paced back and forth on the phone, waiting for Luke to answer. He was delighted to hear from her, why wouldn’t he be? They had met years earlier at a punk show in the Bowery, and while holding hands on the subway afterwards shared a sweet kiss, it was the best night of his life. They reminisced about the Staten Island Ferry, Co-op City, and Coney Island into the early morning. After that call Luke didn’t want to push his luck by initiating the next contact, there was still a great distance between them. It wasn’t long before Claire wrote him a letter – lamenting the snow and anticipating the spring – with not-so-subtle encouragement for him to come visit. He packed his bags and got on a bus, just three days away from being with his future wife.

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Hot Lips is Back in Town

The sickly sweet scent of Ms. Napier’s perfume lingered long after the rude customer had left. Miranda was eager for her shift to end, not just because minimum wage wasn’t enough for her to deal with the ignorant indignation of needy customers, but because she was finally going on a date. Her friends thought she should have started dating 6 months earlier, but something felt wrong about only waiting a year after her fiancee had passed away; she wasn’t superstitious she just wanted to be respectful. Of course she had plenty of suitors, from the moment her ring came off men had been throwing themselves at her, showing their “sympathy” for what she had gone through. To Miranda, however, only one person had caught her attention after Paul died. The real reason she postponed the dating scene was out of guilt for her feelings for Faisal, a young man she met in a support group she joined to help cope with loss.

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Period of Adjustment

Juliet sat across from Rick as he lifted the spoonful of ice cream to his mouth and ate it with a smile-and-a-nod. Juliet looked down at her double scoop of butter pecan, waiting for it to get just the right level of melty, hoping the haze of awkwardness between her and her newly-widowed step-father would lift soon. They were celebrating her thirteenth birthday – her first birthday without her mother present – and she was in desperate need of a favor. Rick grimaced as he looked at the face of his step-daughter and excused himself from the ice cream parlor, “for a moment”. The ice cream softened, Juliet’s mood lightened, and she devoured everything in the bowl, licking it clean as Rick returned with a proud smile. Upon returning to the car, Juliet discovered a paper bag on the floor of the passenger seat from the grocery store next to the parlor, filled with a medley of pads and tampons. They never discussed it, she just left an empty box in the bathroom when she needed more.

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Concerns of the Dead/Life Time Pt. II

(In other words, make sure you’ve already read “Life Time”, the post before this)

While Mark inhaled Niesha’s perfume and imagined all he would inflict upon her, a voice kept speaking from the back of her mind, an urging of confidence and courage. Her eyes focused on a single razor blade next to her right hand then glanced at her kneeling assailant’s forehead. He had a throbbing supratrochlear vein and she remembered from medical school how much blood loss can result from cutting veins on the scalp. She carefully slid the razor between her fingers and just as he began to dig into the details of what he had planned for Niesha, she swung her open palm across his forehead. Mark was sent reeling back, covering his wound in an ultimately futile attempt to staunch the blood loss. She was frantic to convince the police it was self-defense, but as soon as they found the hardware store in the trunk of Mark Warren’s car they knew what had happened, and what could have happened.

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Life Time

Niesha grovelled on the squalid road as her attacker scoffed, crouching down and snarling in her ear, telling her that this is where she belonged. Part of her mind tried to distract from the ordeal, thinking that if she had exercised patience and waited for the light to change instead of taking a shortcut she wouldn’t have fallen into his trap. Mark Warren was a sadist – an unidentified perp the police had connected to seven open cases – his game was to wait for a lone woman driver to come down his chosen street (dark, vacant, secluded), pretend to be struck by their car and attack when they get out to help. He had lured eleven women to their deaths this way, albeit not before having a little fun first.

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Preventative Medicine

The Andersens walked through the parking garage after their day at the mall, Stoljer and Anya each holding one of Andrej’s hands as they counted “One.. two..” and lifting him as he jumped on three. A moment later Anya caught a whiff of the damp musk of cigar smoke and physically backed away, attempting to escape it as she waved her hand in front of her face. When the security guard smoking the cigar came from around the corner Stoljer requested he put it out, in his excessively polite way “Would you mind, please,” reading his name tag “Gus?” The septuagenarian obliged, extinguishing it as they passed him on the way to their car, then immediately struck a match and re-lit it as they drove off. Red meat, whiskey, poker; his cigars were the only vice Gus was still able to indulge in – at work, away from his doctor and his wife.

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Cole took the stage to perform for the Spring Formal, taking one final glance at his best friend Nancy off-stage. It was the culmination of their weeks of rehearsals in his grand gesture: an attempt to woo the head cheerleader, Rose Harmon. He strummed his guitar and spoke into the microphone, “Do you like American music?” His eyes glanced between the audience and his guitar as he began the Violent Femmes song. He looked directly at Rose on the verse “Everytime I look at that ugly moon/It reminds me of you”, causing Nancy to cringe and hope he hadn’t ruined all hope. Cole’s eyes remained locked on Rose’s, and she had to admit she was flattered by an underclassman dedicating a song to her. Nancy clenched her fists as she watched Cole performing, denying the flutter of her heart was anything other than nerves – until Cole hit the line “I need a date to the Prom”, and immediately spun 90 degrees toward her on “Would you like to come along?” He walked toward her as he continued his serenade, a change in plans he made when they picked out the song and gushed over their love of it, going off on tangents and talking for hours about life, the universe, everything. He realized that Rose was just a pretty face in a crowd, but Nancy could touch his soul as deeply as few other things, like music.

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Dear Sis,

Despite being identical twins, Rima and Rami had dramatically different personalities; Rima held quiet reserve while Rami could only have a good time if he was surrounded by people. But they still had their private time – their secrets – and Rima cherished that Rami never shared anything confided in private. They drifted apart in college and reunited after 6 years of silence triggered when Rami joined an environmental activist group that traveled constantly and eschewed modern technology. Rima bit her nails, her stomach in knots over what to expect, but when he walked in the diner they both laughed their cacophonous, from-the-diaphragm laugh, startling the other patrons. They had always scoffed at news stories about long lost twins connecting and having “eerie” similarities because it was always something trivial like their favorite beer; meanwhile, Rima and Rami were dressed and styled exactly the same and for the first time in their lives actually looked identical.

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Requiem for a Lightweight

Oskar stood in awe of the murmuration. Vinny’s droning voice faded into the background as Oskar devoted his attention to the spectacle of nature, flowing like a body of water teeming with life. At one point the gathering seemed to form a hand reaching out toward him until it disappeared with a flourish as the starlings changed course. He was afforded few opportunities to see such beautiful sights live, so he was not going to miss a single second of this one and would memorize every moment. The birds began moving farther to the left and Oskar craned his neck trying to keep them in view from his window, but eventually they were gone. He remained vigilant for several more minutes in the hopes the flock would return, but his attention was startled when a guard clanged his flashlight against the bars of Oskar’s cell, asking what he was staring at.

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Sometimes You Hear the Bullet

The last thing Derek wanted to do was watch the movie again, but the decision wasn’t up to him – it was up to his captors. It was a reenactment of an incident that occurred fifty years earlier, when Derek was only in high school. A figure strolled into a park wearing a black mask and red cloak. At first it drew curiosity but fear grew the longer it roamed without saying a word, it loomed closer to people staring at their faces, forcing them to stare back into its own hauntingly light blue eyes. Seconds before the crowd reached a breaking point the Reaper-like figure brandished two guns and began firing at as many people as possible – with precision. The killer was apprehended and only two of the seventeen victims survived: Marie & Alexander, a newly-engaged couple. When Derek was released for good behavior after serving forty years of a life sentence, their children decided he should also face punishment for a victim previously unaccounted for: Marie and Alexander’s unborn child.

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