Friday, September 5, 2014

BOBBI BOUGHT A GUN

Bobbi heaved a sigh as she eyed his body slumped on the floor. Her hand clasped over her mouth to muffle any sound, but she pulled her hand away when she realized no one would hear her breathing. The other hand held the gun with the two fingers that were not broken. How she managed to pull the trigger was beyond her recollection since the .45 was dangling from her index and middle fingers. She trembled as she bent forward to put the weapon near her feet. Meticulously wiping it with the rags in her pocket and then making sure to keep her gloves on while she rubbed the gun residue onto his palms. His arms were heavy and clumsy to maneuver, but she was able to pull and turn his body in a way that made him look as if he were sleeping. In that moment Bobbi convinced herself that if she walked into the room and saw his body, it would look like he had been drinking again and just fell asleep that way. Just like every other night he stumbled into their hotel and collapsed into the abyss of his indulgence. It was only until the blood began to pool under his torso, then she started to panic. 

Of all the nightmares and visions you could pull from dreams, Bobbi saw the horror of bright red liquid spreading into stark white carpet. A crimson rorschach. Bloody tendrils that were lingering and creeping toward her shoes as she stood over his body. Perhaps it was an optical illusion or her mind was matrixing the puddle, but it appeared to form a face. The face of a devil that was staring right into her. "The Devil made me do it. The Devil made me do all of it. I am cursed by my own ignorance of what is pure and righteous! I am a sinner. I have sinned! Oh Jesus, what can I do?!" Her penance went unheard, and the demonic red face continued to bloom under the dead body in front of her. The warmth of the blood crept up over her shoes and in between her toes. Bobbi was in awe of how much blood one body could release. So much of it pooling around him, and seeping into the carpet, but overflowing so high it went into her open-toed heel. 

"Why didn't the liver cancer take you out first? Why did you have to make me do this to you? Huh?" Bobbi nudged his leg with her foot, expecting either the dead man or the bloody devil forming beneath him to answer. An answer from either would have scared her shitless, but standing there, alone, with three broken fingers and a dead body wasn't any fun either. The sound of a key being put into the deadbolt alarmed her and she froze. The silence was so distinct that she could hear the fabric of her raincoat rubbing against her shirt as she inhaled a short breath. A door opened and shut while muffled voices were giggling and talking loudly. It was coming from the room next door. The blond girl and her boyfriend that said hello to Bobbi when she first arrived into town. She had searching eyes that made Bobbi feel like she had already done something wrong. As if the young blond girl knew exactly what was in Bobbi's purse, and what use she had for it that evening back at the hotel. Knowing now that all was clear, and no one was barging into her room, Bobbi quickly began collecting evidence that could be used against her. She still made she her hair was kept wrapped up away from her face in the scarf, and her gloves would remain on until she could burn them. 

TO BE CONTINUED...