SNUFF (h.s.)

Chapter 07

The Olympians

Diamonds float in the night sky blithe, they don't rush to fall back on earth. And so they turn into stars that scatter all over... Before you know it two whimsical hands grasp them with eroticism and greed, two eyes of silver stare at them. The stars become the rime that lingers from a fairy's wings, there – right there on Nora's fragranced skin the dew rests white and sparkling like snow, like mist, like dandelions and with a sniff it's gone!

"Is there any left for me, Baby Bud?", the city lights shine brighter than the rising sun, Harry had forgotten the gleam of dawn. For years the moon was his companion, it never sets.

"Come and get your love...", she waved her long, powdered finger and her nail shone like the tip of a magic wand. She spilled cocaine on her hand and he bent as if she was ready to dub him Sir of her Heart. He snorted it all in with a peculiar sniffle. She laughed.

The green lights glistered like crystal glasses on the bonnet. The baby blue and fuchsia ones fitted best on her refined bangs. They shone more than the yellow and the orange, you couldn't tell them from the crimson beams! Harry's car slided with grace, the wheels spun like disco balls – they were so white as two blow circles around the tits of his favorite starlet!

The hours of the night were destined for them, the best view was right there in front of the windshield for everyone to admire the lovers who crossed the velvet streets of Roseville! Oh, this town plucked the petals of its ebony roses and arrayed the dark skies for them to walk upon and reach Sergio's discothèque.

The car stopped right in front of the entrance of "The Olympians", his Cadillac was rarified for tonight. Nora couldn't arrive in a boneshaker and Harry couldn't stand beside her without taking care of this little darlin' the way he did with Nora.

Sergio had a birthday and everyone was gathered to sing him a song! They were so many Harry thought that it was the night of the living dead and every motherfucker he had wacked, came back to press the rotting flesh and thank him for the delightful bullet he had served them in their forehead, their mouth, their eye, their balls... straight to their heartbeat! Sergio had to count more dead fellas than going friends. Here's to Harry who was right for tonight.

People with a beam around their clothes, with jewels that ringed like the church bells on a Sunday morning, with painted eyes were waiting to go inside and dance, sniff, raise their glasses to his glorified name – to the brilliant producer! No one would walk in before her.

"Chico!", Harry cried once he saw him and pulled out his fist to knock on his door. Chico loped and was in front of him in no time.

"Where you been? We' re waiting for you guys!", Nora smiled and was out of the car like a canary from the aviary. She closed the door with the most hot-dog move she could possess and hugged him. She kissed him and turned over at Harry.

"I like you more as a rally driver than a bouncer", she winked and Chico grinned.

"Just for tonight, Sergio trusts me", he winked back.

"I just dolled this baby up... You sure you can manage?", Harry tossed his keys and hugged him with a laugh.

"Oh, I don't know! Sometimes I miss the wheel!", Nora had a careless smile that was driving Harry crazy, she put her arm around his waist and waved Chico goodbye.

Voices called her and she looked for them; "Rosa!", like a wave that bursts on the rocks, "Rosa!", like a thousand violin strings, "Rosa!", like the flip of her hair as she sits on his naked body, "Rosa!", like the first blooming of spring, "Rosa!", like the brightest firework, "Rosa! Rosa! Rosa!", like the sound of dollars in the money counter.