aOIVV FE L 35

Cobble

I woke up at quarter to four, in the morning it was still night out. I got up to make a cup of coffee, as I sprinkle the grounds into the filter, I look to my right and see the restaurant on Willard Blvd. where this all started... I was so gross that day, I hadn't showered in weeks. 

"Take cream and or sugar honay?" The waitress's cigarette in her mouth stunk worse than me. She couldn't smell me, but the family in the booth behind me moved seats a few minutes ago. "Black." He sat down, I didn't see him walk in, I decided to sniff my armpit as if I was self conscious. I made a face, he scoffed, "You think you stink? Smell this..." He passed the paper across the table. 

In the back of my mind as I sipped my coffee, I watched the blacked out 98' Ford Explorer explode, in slow motion and it rewound. "Pop goes the weasel." I was at my therapist the day prior, he wondered why I wanted her dead so badly. He never spoke of her or the incident directly, he didn't call the cops because I was incidentally involved in his scandal too.

"I'll get a six pack pops." The cashier shook his head at him, "Ari... You need to work on this drinking issue you got pal." Ari had a six shooter in his back pocket, only reason he didn't hold him at gun point is because the man who owns the corner store is a life-long friend. "Pops, I just need it to help with the itch, don't you get it?" Pops looked around in his empty store, he knew it was empty, he leaned over to Ari to tell him, "These Wars always come back home with us son. I know you only been out for a few months..." He cursed under his breath, "Don't you dare declare it's over."

A green 79' Foxbody Mustang sat idle by a telephone pole with its blinker directing to go down Eleventh. Currently, it sat on Willard Blv. It was Twelve at midnight, August 17th, 2000. Inside the green Mustang, were an interracial couple, white man, black woman, who had just dropped four tabs of acid, each. They were listening to Wu Tang Clan, 36 Chambers, the woman in the passenger seat was suddenly alarmed mid-peak, turned down the ICE System and said, "What the hell is that baby!?" She was pointing across the street at a palm tree, he looked and they were both awe struck. It was bowing at them, it's motion was like the tentacle of an octopus, and was going from pointing to the sky, to brushing the pavement in front of them. The palm tree was in on a walled off property, but as it flicked down to the ground, it reached the sidewalk. He turned to look over to his left to see a dark SUV idling, he looked in the window to see a woman looking down at him. Her face was transparent, he could see the face of a man that pealed his soul apart, fear rippled through his body so intensely, he slammed the gas pedal and burned rubber but couldn't scream. The woman next to him watched him, she saw him dying. Then a bright all consuming light encompassed their final moments alive. 

"Ah how I love oh so bitter shitty coffee!" She through the mug in the air and the boiling hot coffee rained down onto her face, she showed no feeling of pain. The phone rang next to the coffee maker, she picked up the phone and heard a raspy high pitch voice come through, "The smell of blood on Cobble will teach you the lesson you must reveal to the world." "I will whisk the cake batter to the above ." in a notebook, she writes down the symbol, "Λ

When it is time to travel westward, the delicacy will be yearnful of you.