Hush Baby, Hush

With Malice In Their Eyes

Nearly five minutes of my life wasted.

The thought ran over in my mind again and again well after work was over and done with. It was one thing to be cheeky and cute, but it was another to mess around with my job. I only thanked God that my stand-in boss hadn’t even noticed, but oh boy his dad would have.

In a hot and quick second!

And still I couldn’t get over how pretty his eyes were. Gosh were they a sight to see! I thought Michael Ealey had the best eyes, but this guy he completely outran him! Or maybe I had sadly entered the ‘Crush Cycle’ and was just now beginning to transition from the butterfly phase to the oh-my-gosh-he’s-so-freakin-gorgy phase. That’s how it usually happened for me anyway.

I tried my best to tuck the incriminating thoughts away as I trudged around the back of Alexander’s. The garbage can to the my left sprayed it’s perfume of rancid garlic and sour alfredo into the blue black sky. My nose itched at the foul scent and I wondered if Alexander had ever thought to fix that. Heaven forbid some Health Inspector would catch him on the off day and stumble upon the ungodly scent of food gone bad.

I actually liked Alexander, but casting a scathing look at the black trash can overflowing with garbage I cursed him. Smelling hell on wheels wasn’t a good way to end my unhappy Friday night. Regular girls had dates on Friday nights, but me, I had a date with old tuna and-“EW!” something that oddly looked like yellow upchuck was stuck to the bottom of my dress shoe.

“Great, no social life, no boyfriend and now I have crap on the bottom of my shoes.”

And it stank. Really bad.

As I made my way around the brick building I realized stupidly that I was wholly alone. In the dark. You would think that I would have noticed this sooner seeing as how my stand in boss had urged me to get to my car quickly, a command that I had ignored so that I could whimsically stare up at the few sparkling stars and pretend to wish upon one of them. A normal girl would have put her ass into gear.

I however had lost myself to thoughts of pretty eyes and the heart-wrenching truth that Natalie, my friend had stabbed me in the back. Finally grasping the severity of my situation I picked up my feet, quickened my pace and grasped the cell-phone in the pocket of my slacks. I wasn’t that far away from the public parking lot, in fact just as I had begun to hyperventilate at the thought of some mass murderer stabbing me from behind, I was there.

Can you say ghost-town?

The parking lot was nearly bare except for five or so cars. The parking lot just beyond alexander was also shared with a tiny strip center; a boutique, cake shop, music store and some random tarot reading card place. Weird, that’s what I thought when I walked into Lady Tarot, the lady had a bone hanging out of her nose and she had the nerve to say that the spirits had blessed her, she even read my palm and told me that she saw great things in my future.

What did I tell her?

“Good, did you also know that I wasn’t about to pay you?”

A snort left me at the thought and then I laughed tauntingly as I stood there overlooking the wide expanse of the empty lot. I was just about to run to my car when I smelt the scent of death. I turned around and caught the victim.

Raven curls gleamed beneath the lone light drizzling down from the entrance to Alexander’s. A dainty hand laid palm upward with a slender cancer stick wedged between the middle and index finger. The Mediterranean chuckled and surprisingly didn’t cough as she blew out a smoky ‘O’ simultaneously. “Still here Thompson?” Nadia mused.

A veil of cold breeze wafted against my body and I shivered in the dark, beneath the sole light. The doors to Alexander s was locked and chained, and no one save for Nadia and I remained there. The restaurant closed at 10 P.M. on Friday nights which meant that the team member meant to close for the night had to stay until the work was through. That night we got off a little bit before 12 a.m.