Soul Kiss

Le Noir

Hey everyone! Mandi has another day dream related to Mansur. Let us have a look shall we?

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Chapter 8 – Noir

Mandi’s POV

Once I Mansur and I finally stumbled out of the forest at the park, well I stumbled, Mansur practically flew…we made it to school with just a few minutes to spare. Once I saw him to his home room down the hall, I just made it to mine, dropping myself into my seat just as the homeroom bell rang.

The announcements began, but I could only catch small snippets of what Matt and Tyler were saying…

“So Tyler, what’s the special for lunch today...?”

I was back in the woods again, listening to Mansur’s song. It was hauntingly beautiful and very unusual. It was a sound that would probably take many some getting used to; however it was truly an art.

He told me thank you as his last word. It made me wonder what he had meant. I didn’t really do much that any other person wouldn’t do. And even then, he had been startled at my attempt at comfort. I wondered what he had been thinking about that had suddenly gotten him so down.

Finding out the answer seemed like it would be a problem I had to solve. Maybe a mystery, some type of espionage….and again I went into fantasy land.

I was down on the docks dressed in a long flowing off shoulder gown hinting of the 1950s, it was red and vibrant. My curly hair was short and waved in a bob and on my head sat a small red hat with a feather and a little black veil sat across my eyes and a black scarf was slung around my shoulder.  My black clutch held someone important that needed to be found. I took one last look out on to the blackened sea. He should have been on the boat which arrived a few days ago. Where could he be?

I started to walk down the docks and into an alley way into town. I walked down the cobble stones of Main Street. It was cold and fog was rolling in off of the sea. I looked around as I walked; the street seemed empty for this late at night. However, it still wasn’t the appropriate time for a lady to be out by her lonesome.

I wasn’t just any lady though. I was a lady with business and I was determined to get my case solved. I continued down Main Street pulling my scarf closely around my shoulders to fight the cold. In a few more moments I arrived. I looked up at the sign hanging over the door, then the address on my card.

Private Eye, 81 Main Street. This must be the place….

I stepped forward and opened the door then made my way up the stairs. I stopped at the door on the second floor. It read, Rico Valderez PI.  I took a moment to adjust my dress and swept back my bangs then stepped inside, my grip tightening on my clutch. I reached forward for the knob and entered the office.

Rico’s POV (in Mandi’s imagination)

I was working late into the night on a Tuesday. Nothing ever happens on a Tuesday. It’s one of those days of the week that really has no special appeal. Monday, is loathing because it’s the beginning of the work week. Wednesday brings hope a bit of hope that its half way over. By Thursday it really is almost over.  Friday, Saturday? Those were practically vacation days. Sunday well that just leads into Monday.

Tuesday however, was born to be ho-hum. Were not the days of the week named after Greek gods of some sort? I remember reading about that in school…Ah god Tyr….he identified with Mars right? How can the Roman god of war produce such a boring day? It’s beyond my comprehension.

Anyway, I was looking through pictures and files of my last case when I saw the shadow of a woman appear on the other side of the window of my office door. After a few moments the door knob turned and in stepped a sultry woman in a red dress.  Her face was beautifully crumpled in an expression of concern.