As she walks into the room. Time slows to a crawl.Heads turn in the dimly lit cafe. Men and women gawk alike. An air of presence precedes her. And it can’t be denied. The world now revolves round her. She glides through the room as if cherubs carried her on their backs.
In a darkened corner of the cafe sits Ezekiel. Nonplussed by her approach. He know who and what she is. No fanfare or chivalry comes from the darkened form. He stares into his almost empty rusty nail. Blood caked fingers spinning the stirrer.”Slumming?” he mutters. “Gentleman as always.” poison dripping from every syllable.
The air in the room began growing colder. “What’s the problem you want fixed now?”he asks raising his now empty glass. The bartender nods and commences prepping another rusty nail.
Marie takes a breath and releases a sigh. Tears well up in her pallid green eyes. As she begins to speak. He cuts her off, “No sob stories just tell me what you need done”. In reply she snaps”Well you have no sense for the dramatic.”
to be continued…..