Blinding Lights

A neon red light buzzes and flickers in a room that’s too small to be a walk-in closet. Click. Red is drowned out by a strobe of white. Shit, my eyes! Oh, sorry. Men are cramped in the room, surrounding a bed covered with a blue sheet; a woman lays there naked from the waist up. Her face is a delicate oval with skin of light brown caramel. Strands of shoulder-length hair that’s black as her dilated pupils fall to her sides disheveled. Her face carries a smile that’s starting to give the faintest hint of a grin. I hate it when they do that. Do what? Smile. Fucking rigor mortis. Click. A glassy stare shines like two lonely stars for a second before going dark again. There’s a small gaping hole at the center of her forehead surrounded by a purple bruise. Under her head, a dark red stain has spread and soaked over the blue sheets. Poor girl got a .38 kiss, not even two hours ago, judging from the body. Third one this week. Someone had lit a cigarette, mingling the stench of smoke, blood and a tinge of burnt flesh. Click. White over red, red over blue. Click, click, click. Someone call the body movers, sending a live one for cold storage; she’s beginning to stink.

Sweat trickles down your chest, your body crying in fear. Run, run! Satan’s hell hounds are not far behind, looking for your blood. You feel the gun’s warmth on your hand. Another sinner cast out. But now they’re on to you. You’re out of breath. Stop, police! Out of time. Drop the gun, drop it, man! Do it now! You raise your divine instrument, you shall not go to your just reward meekly. Oh shit, fire! Flashes of light tear your body, then darkness.

Yeah, man, shit went down! I was walking on 5th when across the street a group of cops were chasing some guy inna trench coat, right? Ok, good. Yeah, they cornered the poor fucker, but instead of giving it up, the guy starting talking shit. Sumthing about God and shit, crazy talk, y’know? The pigs were shouting at him like crazy too, drop the gun, lay on the ground, all that bullshit. But he didn’t listen, cool as ice, he raises the gun. Was he gonna shoot at them? Fuck do I know? Shit. Anyhow, it was all over in a blink, man. Bam, bam, bam, lights out. Dead fucker’s on the floor leaking all over, prolly shat himself too. Cousin told me dead people do that, shit themselves. But yeah, after that cops were all like show’s over, move along. Fuck’em. Now I’m walking down the street, rain’s starting to fall over, everything’s getting wet and dirty, I had to deliver some fine Colombian flour, ya follow? Nah, you can’t have any from my stash. Anyways, shut up…where was I? Ah, yah, so I was minding my own bidness when vroooom! One inch, motherfucker. Car almost ran me over, blinded me with his fucking headlights. Jesus…I tell you, fuck this town. Pass the chips.

Mementos from Sufrida Street: Love is a Four Letter Word

“Love makes the World go round, baby!”
 
His smile was like liquorice in my head. I hated liquorice.
 
“Love’s also a bitch.”
 
The trigger offered no resistance when I pulled it. A gunpowder orgasm mixed a a cocktail of noise and lighting that filled the room. Grey and red painted a Pollock on the far brick wall.
 
One second my revulsion made man, the next, a crumpled dead thing on the floor. His face looked better now. The neon buzzing outside the room’s window drilled my head after the ringing in my ears stopped.
 
Saturday evening and nowhere to go. Love kills, baby.

How they Met

He made no apologies for who he was, but in this town there were those who considered they’d be better off if he were gone. At twenty he was lucky to know who he was. Now if only he could leave this small town.

“Hey, hey, lookit the fucking fag! Where you going, princess? Don’t you like men following you? C’mon, talk to us!”

They laughed and jeered at him. A wrong turn at the wrong hour. He would keep walking and soon enough they would get bored of him. Older men like them always did. 

The blow came fast and unexpected from the side of the head and his vision swam drunkenly as he staggered, trying not to fall. Tears streamed from his eyes, more from the indignity than the pain.

“Ha! Fairy’s crying now! Aw, I’m sorry, baby! Want to suck my cock to feel better?”

“Careful Sam, bitch might bite it off or give you aids or some fag shit.”

He had to get away, before they hurt him more, or worse. He had to…

“Party’s getting started, princess!”

Suddenly the ground rushed to meet up with him and his vision went black for a second. The taste of copper filled his mouth. He scrambled to get up but felt a weight on bis back pinning him down.

“Down on your stomach, just how you like it!”, a laugh that sounded like crushed leaves filled his ears. He reached out blindly with his hands on the alley’s dirty floor and felt himself grabbing something heavy. Maybe a brick, to bash his attackers’s faces in.

Before he could do anything, he heard one of the men scream behind him followed by the sound of a falling body. Almost immediately the weight upon his back was lifted. Painfully he turned around to see the man confronting a newcomer, the body of his comrade lied facedown unmoving.

“You piece of shit, you killed Sam! I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Try me, pendejo.”, the young man replied calmly. The other man had pulled a switchblade and was swinging it menacingly.

“Cut your balls, shove them up your ass; you’re dead, man!”

The young man did not reply this time, but slowly started to circle the other man, clicking his tongue at him. The older man lunged at him when he’d had enough. With unusual grace, the young man sidestepped him, tripping him with one foot and delivering a fierce knee blow to his face shattering his jaw. He fell back, teeth falling aside, and laid still.

The young man went over to help him up from the ground, still stunned after seeing such a calm display of force. He was a bit ashamed to admit it, but he was flustered all of a sudden.

“You ok? Did those shitbags do anything permanent?”

He shook his head, wincing in pain.

“Nothing that a few pints of ice cream and a good night of rest won’t cure. I’m Julio.”, he extended a hand towards the young man. The young man found himself blushing when he saw Julio was smiling at him. Before long he started smiling back and reached out to shake Julio’s hand

“I’m Macario. Pleasure t’meet you, Julio!”