SNUFF (h.s.)

Chapter 26

Faster, Nora! Kill! Kill!

The thrill to kill.

Perhaps Harry was right. She'd dreamt peculiar scenes the previous nights and she decided that these must have been a couple of Dorothy's thoughts. She tried to jot them behind the postcards she'd send to Rhiannon. The words remained hidden in her mouth. She hoped to dream of them again. She sensed them and she understood their appearance but couldn't manage to make something out of' em.

She gripped the wheel like a switchblade sister and closed her eyes.

The Caddy jumped and took half a violent turn. Harry was snorting some yayo when his nose slipped on his hand like a paper plane. His sucker nostrils stuck on his skin. He looked at her.

"Nora?"

She turned up Rhiannon's voluptuous voice.

"Nora! What are you doing?", they jolted on their seats while the Caddy was moving as if it was a following a path drawn by a little darling with a crayon, "Nora! Open your eyes!", she pinched his hand.

Nora turned to him smiling. She didn't speak a rhyme. She preferred to roll her window. The wind brought the rain on her rough, she couldn't move. Half her face was glowing and seemed to melt from her hidden heat. Her hair twirled around her neck, her shoulders shivered.

They crossed the last nocturnal joints before they joined the deserts. The bright rainbow signs were no different from the shooting stars but she was faster, wilder. She drove past everything. Her arms got tensed, bare and dusty.

"Nora! They'll crash my hood!", Nora she felt their glow on her closed lids, she didn't blink. She pressed her naked foot on the gas.

"See, Harry. See well. We're faster!"

She heard his abrupt gasps and knew when the car was going straight or circus clown. He didn't have to help' er make sure o' that. His fear was a strong stimulus. She was sensing the force. That holy sensation on her fingertips made Nora understand she could break on through the limits.

If she had to die on a crescent moon, she had to keep her eyes closed on the road. Otherwise, she'd envy the circling beauty. She'd desire to live another day or two. Death is the destination, she shouldn't be mesmerized. She shouldn't be staring at the world for it was becoming fairer than oblivion. The force had warned her. Life's for learning.

A timid clean glow reached her lids. She had two hand-drawn motionless eyes with round untouched pupils like black pearls. The paint was creasing, lines of skin scared the color. Harry glanced at the peculiar lids, he was groping at his seat, his nose was rushed. He snorted, irritated and dry.

"Crazygirl!", he held himself on the open window. To be honest, a woman without her clothes on put a smile on his face, you could struck a match on him, her nod was better than a wink, she made his day. Tonight, Nora's lustful chest under her cord vest was terrifying. Her clumps and strands were tangled between the fringes, her golden necklace. Her closed lids were looking at him with the painted eyes. Two even straight tears ran on her temples. Go around the crystal globe out of reach, crazygirl, around such a tiny crystal will-o'-the-wisp!

Three cars came across the upside lane. All three little piggies of them honked before braking and starting going in frenzied circles. It wasn't their lights warming Nora's eyes. Another dim glow was approaching and spreading on her flesh like a dawn.

"See, Harry", she pressed her foot, "This is the vanishing point. Here we cease to exist"

Harry watched Nora being led by the lights of a certain particular car. It was riding at the center of the road following the staccato white line in symmetry. The meter had a steady dial provoking Nora. She breathed heavy to see. She expected someone to come cross her. And she kept her hands upon the wheel with the sweet chill trembling her legs. Her loins were cooled. A wild bunch of greaser kids they were, that she knew. Who'd have the gritted teeth and nerve to drive straight at her?