There’s a man wearing a white tee-shirt with a smiley face logo coming out of the motel room heading towards the gas station straight across from the main road. He’s also wearing the same perfect smile. And he keeps his black hair long like Jesus, although only sporting a mustache. Someone definitely would say he looks like a happy camper, if there was some voyeuristic observer popping the question at the moment. Like God?
Hmmm. So why does he look so happy, then? Must be some lucky gal …….
“So, Jonesy, my love… this will be our last chance encounter. You do know that don’t you? So sad, because I will not see you again. Well …. not until after you die, of course!”
“Ha ha! Always got jokes don’t you, love? Yeah, you’re right, it’s sad alright. No more of your tender lovely kisses to help me with my luck. But I don’t need your upper lips to seal my fate no more, ‘cus I kissed your lips down town, and it was delicious!”
“Yeah baby, You’ve hit the homerun! And that means I’m adios amigo, I got’s to go now! Oh here comes my cab.”
“Hey! Why you in a such a rush…..”
“Here, you can finish my cigarette because the man upstairs telling me to hurry up for my next assignment, bye love!”
Suddenly she turned into a smoke ring like a halo instantaneously as she exhaled. And the door became slightly ajar for the smoke to disappear into the open air of the late morning’s sunshine, going upwards. The sun’s ray blinded his eyes for a moment before he looked down again to see the city cab driving away like a bat out of hell!
Jonesy stood there near the door halfway open allowing fresh air to enter as he flicked the burning cigarette through its gap. And watched it burn to its butt as he blew a kiss in his mind’s eye. He flew it towards the woman who left in haste hopping on the city cab. Slowly he turned around and walked a few steps and sat on the edge of the bed. Instead of turning on the TV, he just sat there as if in a trance staring into the TV screen’s dark reflection. Jonesy stared deep into the blank screen, and then he began seeing a picture as if it was turned on by the pixels of his mind’s eye.
The cab driver surreptitiously eyed the woman through his rearview mirror while driving and saw her pucker her lips as if she received …a kiss? How strange. He thought to himself admiring her beauty as he fantasized being her. If he looked like her, why, he could get any man he desired. But then another thought came to him …. why did I speed away like a … a bat out of hell! Strange. Something’s definitely weird about this beautiful lady with a green cat like eyes with full long black wavy hair past her shoulders. Oh Allah, why must I be born gay and also be a Muslim in a conservative family? Of course there are no answers but that same old pressure for him to get married soon….. Oh God! She disappeared as soon as he took his eye off of her as he came to a stop at the red light. What the hell? What’s going on? So Hussein immediately turned into the nearby parking lot in the plaza after the green light. And got out of his cab and opened the rear passenger door and saw a piece of white paper…… it said …..
“The next passenger you pick up after you leave this plaza will be the man that you’ve been looking for. The lover who will take you away from your miserable life in the closet. He’s fabulously rich and gay! …… you’re welcome!”
Hussein had to blink his eyes again, reading it again thrice over and turning ghostly white! He quickly turned around and looked around the parking lot. No one particular were looking at him, few people going about their business pushing shopping carts filled with grocery. Some walking towards stores in the plaza, everything seems ordinary to him as he continued absorbing his surrounding with hyper senses of ….paranoia? This is fucking insane! How the hell did she knew about his secret self? Very strange indeed. Shaking his head, Hussein got back in his cab and drove out of the plaza.
It’ll be a nice day today Jonesy can tell by the way the air is warm and the skies are looking less cloudy. Today’s going to be my lucky day. I know it! Thought Jonesy. Always an inner voice to keep him company in his pathetic life of just existing from one day to the next. Everyday he’d get up out of his make shift home, if that’s what it is. It looks more like a giant coffin than a miniature log cabin. He built it by taking similar sized big branches and with all the twigs broken off, and stacked them up like a rectangle up to his waist. Afterwards he went towards the area in the same woods where there is a haven for people dumping illegally city won’t collect. He knew he could find a big piece of discarded plastic tarp over there. So all he did was drape it over the branches because it was big enough to cover the whole thing. Yeah, it’s more like a homeless guy’s makeshift casket than anything resembling a home because he can only lie in it… okay, it’s just a bed with a roof over it. With some few holes around the tarp. But nothing Jonesy couldn’t tolerate during storms. And it’s well hidden inside one of many thick copses within the same woods used as an illegal dumping area. So his home is invisible to the outside world. And his home and the woods are behind the shopping center of this small town called Hickopee. Just an average middle class suburbs with lots of wooded spaces with snaky winding back roads to travel if one wanted to avoid traffic on the town’s main road called The Drive. Well, it’s time to go. Go collecting cans, that is. And maybe something lucky worth some money Jonesy can find while looking into trash cans. So he followed the dirt path that leads out into the back of the shopping plaza.
….to be continued….
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i’ll be bock ……someday, lol