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of grass. Little geographic hints in the graveyard conjured the map she had stored in her memory long ago, and she quickly became oriented, finding the angel at the end of a lingering, nostalgic journey through the former playground of her young romance. The angel had in fact not aged a bit, with white corrosion still streaking the green, oxidized bronze in nearly the precise pattern that it had a decade and a half ago.
Shana took the opportunity to meditate on no particular thought at all while basking in the angel’s tiny dominion. Her mind wandered in the same empty, pleasant way it does while drifting to sleep. The peacefulness was broken by a quick shuffling somewhere behind her. The mass of the shuffler was too great to be anything but a large creature, yet it was too clumsy to be the deer that frequent this particular final retirement community. While glancing around, and ultimately pivoting her body to find the source of the sound, she caught glimpse of Baker’s mausoleum. Even though this was the first time she explicitly thought of the old blood sucker all night, she realized that he had very much so been on her mind since she returned to Cleveland, tiptoeing around in there like a guest who was trying desperately not to impose.
She started towards his miniature temple, wondering for the first time want it looked like in there. Was it just a stone pedestal for a bed, like in the movies? Did he have some candles, maybe a book our two? Once again, her wandering mind was brought back down to earth by a coarse scurrying, once again behind her. She pressed on towards the mausoleum and heard the scurry grow closer. Her mind reverted to its teenage tunnel vision. “Could it be him? It must.” But somehow she noticed that the sun had started to lighten the gray on the gravestones, meaning Baker wouldn’t last a second outside.
A quick glance over her shoulder caught a man hobbling toward her, setting one foot forward and dragging the other leg with surprising agility. He was in a hurry to catch up with Shana, and the shape of his mouth suggested the one track mind of a predator with dinner in sight. This mouth had few teeth. Shana stared for a second at his eyes twitching into blinks, bizarre and mesmerizing on account of the fact that they never seemed to close or open in unison. The trance this inspired was broken when she noticed the ice pick clutched in his fingers so stubby that they may as well all have been missing digits.
She ran. She lost him. She hopped the wrought iron fence and dropped her keys twice trying to find the right one to unlock the driver’s door, not realizing that her sister’s car unlocked automatically once the magnetic key fob is within a certain radius. Somehow, the hobbling man found her, emerging not from some hole in the fence but lumbering down the sidewalk, foot forward, other dragged, foot forward, other dragged.
Shana tried the door out of panic, and was startled when it flew open. Realizing that this was a significantly nicer car than her own back on Long Island, she looked for the push button ignition and pushed it readily. She thought that pressing the button made the passenger window shatter, but instead it was the gimp’s ice pick. The car was suddenly in drive, the gas pedal as close to the floor as it would dip, and the stumpy fellow growing smaller in the rear view.
Chapter Five
When Shana awoke in the guest bed, she was sure she had dreamt it all. The incubus-induced orgasm, first off, was so like the ones she experienced in dreams about Baker. The angel not aging, the warehouses falling into cartoonish disrepair, the man with the icepick... Cleveland was a city of lucid strangeness, but never one of pure unreality.
It smelled like Suze had percolated some coffee in the kitchen, with the burnt Arabica’s scent bleeding through the walls of the house. Shana followed the aroma, one that ensured an easy transition into the day. She
Shana took the opportunity to meditate on no particular thought at all while basking in the angel’s tiny dominion. Her mind wandered in the same empty, pleasant way it does while drifting to sleep. The peacefulness was broken by a quick shuffling somewhere behind her. The mass of the shuffler was too great to be anything but a large creature, yet it was too clumsy to be the deer that frequent this particular final retirement community. While glancing around, and ultimately pivoting her body to find the source of the sound, she caught glimpse of Baker’s mausoleum. Even though this was the first time she explicitly thought of the old blood sucker all night, she realized that he had very much so been on her mind since she returned to Cleveland, tiptoeing around in there like a guest who was trying desperately not to impose.
She started towards his miniature temple, wondering for the first time want it looked like in there. Was it just a stone pedestal for a bed, like in the movies? Did he have some candles, maybe a book our two? Once again, her wandering mind was brought back down to earth by a coarse scurrying, once again behind her. She pressed on towards the mausoleum and heard the scurry grow closer. Her mind reverted to its teenage tunnel vision. “Could it be him? It must.” But somehow she noticed that the sun had started to lighten the gray on the gravestones, meaning Baker wouldn’t last a second outside.
A quick glance over her shoulder caught a man hobbling toward her, setting one foot forward and dragging the other leg with surprising agility. He was in a hurry to catch up with Shana, and the shape of his mouth suggested the one track mind of a predator with dinner in sight. This mouth had few teeth. Shana stared for a second at his eyes twitching into blinks, bizarre and mesmerizing on account of the fact that they never seemed to close or open in unison. The trance this inspired was broken when she noticed the ice pick clutched in his fingers so stubby that they may as well all have been missing digits.
She ran. She lost him. She hopped the wrought iron fence and dropped her keys twice trying to find the right one to unlock the driver’s door, not realizing that her sister’s car unlocked automatically once the magnetic key fob is within a certain radius. Somehow, the hobbling man found her, emerging not from some hole in the fence but lumbering down the sidewalk, foot forward, other dragged, foot forward, other dragged.
Shana tried the door out of panic, and was startled when it flew open. Realizing that this was a significantly nicer car than her own back on Long Island, she looked for the push button ignition and pushed it readily. She thought that pressing the button made the passenger window shatter, but instead it was the gimp’s ice pick. The car was suddenly in drive, the gas pedal as close to the floor as it would dip, and the stumpy fellow growing smaller in the rear view.
Chapter Five
When Shana awoke in the guest bed, she was sure she had dreamt it all. The incubus-induced orgasm, first off, was so like the ones she experienced in dreams about Baker. The angel not aging, the warehouses falling into cartoonish disrepair, the man with the icepick... Cleveland was a city of lucid strangeness, but never one of pure unreality.
It smelled like Suze had percolated some coffee in the kitchen, with the burnt Arabica’s scent bleeding through the walls of the house. Shana followed the aroma, one that ensured an easy transition into the day. She
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