They traveled across Route 66 leaving behind them a peculiar trace... A trace of blood!
This road trip was nothing like he ever dreamed of. After all, his girl was a pornstar with the mouth of a poet and strange things happen in the mind of a troub...
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"Magica's Cherry Pop" was written around the film case in red ink. A complacent snickering. She held it between her affectionate, proud fingers. She had to consider her decision without haste. She glanced at Harry but he didn't notice, he was looking through the passing motel signs to find a place to stay. She stared good. She didn't want to be pell-mell about him. Was his smug alright? She'd sensed the force seething inside of him. She'd sensed his deep desire to become someone great. She had to know if he was willing.
"How about this?", he pointed at the 'Sancho Panza Inn'. At night, the signs shimmer on the sides of the road leading them to California. Sparkling colors, intense, adorned. Luminous figures and letters fade the stars.
"If there ain't rats or roaches in the room, it's alright"
"That's all we need Baby Bud", he took a turn to the motel parking lot and braked under a shed. Nora was still holding the rolled film.
"What did you feel when you were shooting me?"
Harry leaned on the door and turned towards her cogitative. He had an uneasy smirk and glanced a couple times outside, "Nora...", he started, "What do you expect me to say?"
"How you felt"
"What are you gonna do with that?", he tittered, "You saw me. I did what I had to"
"And what was that?"
Harry looked askance at her. He turned to some passengers walking by, to the lighted figure of Sancho Panza, "You saw me", he spoke knowing and insecure, "What do you want me to say? You saw just fine"
"Why don't you say it to me?"
"Do I have to say it?", he waved his shoulders, "I'm not sure what I felt"
"Harry, why don't you dare say it?"
"Say what?"
"Go ahead...", she rested her head on her hand, he almost managed to listen to the sound of her voice.
"While you were hitting her...", he lowered his voice, "While you were killing her... I wanted...", his gaze gloomed and was hesitant to speak, "It aroused me. I wanted to fuck you", he was almost out of breath.
"You thought I couldn't kill her"
"Yes", his elbow was pressing the window, he rubbed his face and gripped his belt, "I don't know why the fuck you did it"
"Does it matter to you to know?"
"Why you killed her?", he laughed with watery eyes, "What do you think?"
"You care and go around weeping for just one thing"
"But that's not it?"
"No...", she kissed the stored film and put it in the glove box. She had to find a cooler place for it. She leaned close for a kiss or two, "But I know alright"
