Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/04/29/crash/
Through separating ripples of shower spray, Silas saw Olive step into the shower and move toward him for a kiss. Her lithe body wrapped around him but the peace was short-lived as she whispered violence into his ear.
“Zola found Bart’s pill stash and client list. You and Zola can finish the job and get us out of town in a few days.”
He pushed her against the tile then stared at her until too much water ran into his mouth and be began to choke. He stepped away from the stream, turning his back on her. She cooed over his shoulder.
“You can do this, Silas. Sell the drugs, get the money, and we’ll go wherever you want.”
He stepped back under the water and rinsed shampoo from his hair. Olive moved behind him wrapping her arms around his chest. He answered.
“Three days. Even if we don’t get everything we need, we get out of Florida. But Zola is your responsibility. I signed up for you, and just you.”
Silas pulled away, opened the shower door, and grabbed a black towel off the toilet lid. After drying off, he wrapped it around his waist and walked into the bedroom. Zola was laying on the bed with four bags of pills, a small black and white notebook, and .38 pistol.
He walked past her then pulled boxers, jeans, and tube socks from the duffle bag they’d brought from Atlanta. He turned to Zola and said.
“Do you ever knock? Seriously, you grew in the same place I did and I don’t recall hanging in people’s rooms when they’re naked a proper southern thing.”
Zola smiled then looked at a nude Olive, who leaned against the bathroom door’s frame with her arms crossed as droplets of water fell to the hardwood. Olive answered for Zola.
“First of all, you took the towel we’re supposed to be sharing and two, Zola and I have the same attitude when it comes to stuff. Seeing each other naked is the least of our worries. Now, throw me the towel and get dressed wherever you want. I have to be at work in an hour and you two have drugs to sell and clients to blackmail.”
Silas traded glares with both women. He sighed, turned his back then pulled the towel from around his waist and tossed it to Olive. He pulled his boxers and jeans in quick fashion then turned and watched them laugh at him.
He put on the socks and his sneakers then walked over to the bed, grabbed the gun, holstering it in the back band of his jeans. He leaned into Zola and snarled.
“I’m putting up with this shit for 3 days then I’m taking over, got it?”
As he walked out of the room, a t-shirt landed on his right shoulder and Olive’s voice bounced off his back.
“We’re in this together, honey.”
This is a new episode of my short story, Light of Day, about two 19-year-old lovers on the run in 1989 Florida. You can read the majority of the story, from the beginning, here: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/light-of-day-silas-olive/
It’s the 25th anniversary of The Cure’s Disintegration album. The title of today’s post comes from one of the best tracks, The Same Deep Water As You. Here’s The Cure.
I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.
The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com