by D. A. Young
“Boo,” the other man whispered sinisterly. Ermine’s insides quivered as he stared into Alexei’s glowing blue eyes, knowing his time had just run out as the divider slowly went up and Lionel Richie’s “Say You Say Me” filled the car.
Say you, say me say it for always
That's the way it should be
Say you, say me say it together
Naturally
Holt looked at Cruz with dry amusement. “Seriously?”
Cruz shrugged innocently, his dark eyes sparkling with twisted humor as they heard the frenzied tussling behind the divider. “Just trying to set the tone for him. You know, give him a little inspiration and create an ambient setting.”
“The man tried to assist in destroyin’ his wife. I doubt he’s drawin’ a blank in the inspiration department,” Holt retorted, turning the music up as Ermine’s high-pitched scream of agony filled the car.
As it was a seedier neighborhood with an extremely high crime rate, the few people wandering about out in the bad weather tried not to pay any attention to the shrill cries of pain emanating from the car over the music.
I had a dream. I had an awesome dream
People in the park, playing games in the dark
And what they played was a masquerade
And from behind of walls of doubt, a voice was crying out…
The End
Coming November 2016
Alexei & Vivienne Romankov