[Sodium_noir] Whispers of the Past

[Colette Coeur]

John, Abby
Beneath Mike's Place

The drive from Madame Sinclair's party to John's store
was uneventful. The BMW swerved through traffic
swiftly, darting between cars and down the streets as
if the driver knew where obsticles were going to be
before they could materialize.

It was late. And a quiet had settled upon the city, a
moment before dawn when the world seemed to gather its
breath for the new day. That was the moment they were
in now, and it seemed appropriate considering . . .
   
  Abby leans against him, eyes wide, watching the night pass by
  as they drove on. 
  Thinking.
  Shelley and Selena had both smiled knowingly as they wished her good night, expecting they 
  knew what she was leaving to do. With any other man they might’ve been
  right as well. She looks at him as he concentrates on driving. 
  It occurs to her that she is not sure what to expect either.
  So John Black, do I get to see what lies behind the Mask? 

When they arrived, John parked the car in the alley of
the building, got out, and ushered Abby out of the car
and escorted her down the alleyway.


  As they walk into the gloom her tall heels make only the barest
  Tick even on the damp pavement.
  
It was dark. The only light present didn't dispell
the darkness, but instead made it deeper. Night
vision was destroyed making it easier for unknown
things to lurk at the edge, waiting for an unwary
pedestrian that might be dragged out of this world and
into another.
   
  The Bastet girl let her other senses flow, scent, hearing, the touch of the air flowing
  past her skin, even without fur and whisker it told her things about the night.
  Something was gathered here, something of the Night and Dark. A hint of Secrets,
  and Intimacy too.
  And will I let you beneath my Mask?
  For her People, the Masks were Real, made flesh, bone, fur and claw.

At first glance, the walls were covered with graffiti.
It was only upon closer inspection that one might
notice that instead of random patterns it was actually
words in various languages: Hebrew, Latin, Mandarin,
Sanskrit, Aramaic, Chaldean, just to name a few. The
lines of text seemed to weaveand merge like waves in
an ocean. Each ripple created a new meaning.


  Abby see the texts on the walls without being able to read them, she still feels the ripples.
  
They walked down the street, and at the end of the
alley a single door, above it painted a golden eye. 

John produced a key and unlocked the door, ushering
her in.

They were in the loading dock of the store. Off to
the side was the collection of materials that had been
neatly stacked there earlier.
   
  All the banter she used in her Work, all the fronting, failed her here. She knew that
  Here there need be no pretense.
  She takes a deep breath,scenting the air and looks him full in the eye.
  “So John Black, here we are alone with no pryin’ eyes and ears. And naught between 
  us but Questions and our respective Answers.”
   
   
  Another life
another time
We're Siamese twins writhing intertwined
Face to face
no telling lies
The masks they slide to reveal a new disguise
   
  Taggin you back


"Life is Short, let Love be Long."
 		
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