Ankle-high white fish-net lace stockings.
A flowing ankle-length flowered champagne dress.
A college student pink backpack.
A silver single-pierced nostril ring, bejeweled with one sapphire.
In one raised hand, a silver-white can of zero-calorie energy drink.
In the other raised hand, a golden cellphone.
Waiting alone for the last train of the night.
She drew my gaze.
She gave me that feeling.
She was the one tonight.
I pulled my hood down tighter. I emerged from the shadow. I glided toward her.
She was watching her smart phone.
I took out my chord and wound it around my hands.
I came close. I raised my chord to drop it around her smooth neck.
Suddenly she turned and in a single swirling motion she cast away her soda and reached into her long flowered dress.
She snatched out a gun with a long black barrel.
The gun spat at my stomach.
I fell down onto my side like a sack of wet sand, realizing the gun had been silent.
I was writhing with shock and pain.
She stood over me. She knelt and put the silencer against the top of my head.
I heard her ask, “What’s your name?”
I moaned, “…Dredge…uhhh, uhhh.”
She said, “Well… ‘Dredge uhh uhh’,… My name is Jonni. You were my first. They say that you always remember your first time.”
I had a vision of my open grave.
She smiled, “Did the earth move for you?”
I was crying.
She stood erect. She took a breath. Then with the grace of a musical conductor she extended her arm and waved her gun down at me.
Her gun performed absolute music in my head.
[[Jonni Sebastiana Bach, To Be Reloaded]]>