instructed.
“You
must open your heart, learn to love,” said the Man-Rabbit.
“You
must open your heart and learn to love,” said Mel and she stroked Winnie’s
hair.
“Your
dark energy is from a mutation in human DNA that occurred when the Lians came. You
are the only one who can detect and eliminate the evil bloodlines of the earth.
You must restore the light.”
Mel
repeated it back.
“You
knew the bad wolves, even as a little girl, didn’t you?” Melanie
and Winnie both nodded.
“That’s
why we need you.”
“We?” said Mel and Winnie together.
“Ixchel—she’s what humans would call my
boss. She was here when Lians arrived and split The Milky Way into light and
dark.
Mel wandered off on her own and found a
machete leaning on some banana bunches. It burned her fingers when she touched
the naked handle. Beyond the bunches was her mother, Marlene, on a blanket.
“Bitch,”
said Melanie.
“Tramp,”
said Marlene back, refusing to look at her.
Mel
swung the machete hard across her neck. The head bounced once and rolled away.
She clutched the hair, lifted the head to eye level. The eyes were open. She
smacked the blade’s side against her cheek over and over until the eyes bulged.
Blood splashed her breasts and legs. The tongue protruded erect and leathery
like a boiled kidney clamped between Marlene’s chipped, yellow teeth. Detached
remnants of the veins, arteries and musculature dangled from inside the flap.
“Welcome to Hell, mom.” She hurled the head into the jungle.
The
Man-Rabbit came to the beach as she washed the blood off of her breasts and
legs: “When you are on a mission, your dark Lian side may take over completely.
You must be careful.”
Winnie and Melanie had gone completely
mad on each other. They were knotted like sock monkeys in the blankets again. Mel
held Winnie’s waist with her hands in a mouth-to-belly communion, calling her
‘dark princess’ over and over.
During breakfast they recovered from all
that had happened and they went over the mission once again.
“The Lians are here.”
They talked about the beginning, the
split into dark and light. The white rabbit and the carving of Ixchel and the
moon-rabbit scribe sat on the table between them.
Winnie said, “I’m doing my mother
first,” and she scooped a chunk of pink grapefruit into her mouth.
Mel wondered how she planned to pull
that off.
~*~
Sometimes Winnie went on a pretend
mission to domesticate Mel into a pull-my-string doll. It wasn’t Winnie’s true intention
at all, it was an obsession. Obsessions did not have intention.
Today was their latest episode of Winnie
Gets Mel A Man .
Winnie was probably getting mad and would punch her any second
because Mel ignored her and just sat there watching her calf muscle twitch. A
drip of sweat fell from the tip of Mel’s nose and hit the tile floor.
Heartbeats in her ears slowly wound down.
People stared hard at that hearts and spades wheel, didn’t they?
As if they had telekinetic powers to make it stop.
Tock...tock......tock.........tock.
“Mel, you’re not listening,” said Winnie.
“Am, too!”
“Ok look,” said Winnie, in her director’s voice. “You’re a sexy
blonde packing a mean punch—it scares them off—right?.”
“Sexy, you say...”
The whole thing was really just a rom-com directed by Winnie. Mel
slid the towel from around her neck and twirled it into rat-tail.
“Don’t you—” Winnie got her feet away in time, then Mel’s quick
follow-up nailed her. She grabbed Mel’s sweatshirt and shoved her hard against
the lockers. Mel wanted to throw her down.
She looked at the hard tiled floor, then back at Winnie. “Hey,
tiger.” Mel smiled and let Winnie have her way. Giving in to her felt good.
“And the other night at The Koko Club when the bouncer went after
Gerald and you stepped in—big fail Mel.”
“Ok, you’re right.” She got up close and made a snarky
“You
must open your heart, learn to love,” said the Man-Rabbit.
“You
must open your heart and learn to love,” said Mel and she stroked Winnie’s
hair.
“Your
dark energy is from a mutation in human DNA that occurred when the Lians came. You
are the only one who can detect and eliminate the evil bloodlines of the earth.
You must restore the light.”
Mel
repeated it back.
“You
knew the bad wolves, even as a little girl, didn’t you?” Melanie
and Winnie both nodded.
“That’s
why we need you.”
“We?” said Mel and Winnie together.
“Ixchel—she’s what humans would call my
boss. She was here when Lians arrived and split The Milky Way into light and
dark.
Mel wandered off on her own and found a
machete leaning on some banana bunches. It burned her fingers when she touched
the naked handle. Beyond the bunches was her mother, Marlene, on a blanket.
“Bitch,”
said Melanie.
“Tramp,”
said Marlene back, refusing to look at her.
Mel
swung the machete hard across her neck. The head bounced once and rolled away.
She clutched the hair, lifted the head to eye level. The eyes were open. She
smacked the blade’s side against her cheek over and over until the eyes bulged.
Blood splashed her breasts and legs. The tongue protruded erect and leathery
like a boiled kidney clamped between Marlene’s chipped, yellow teeth. Detached
remnants of the veins, arteries and musculature dangled from inside the flap.
“Welcome to Hell, mom.” She hurled the head into the jungle.
The
Man-Rabbit came to the beach as she washed the blood off of her breasts and
legs: “When you are on a mission, your dark Lian side may take over completely.
You must be careful.”
Winnie and Melanie had gone completely
mad on each other. They were knotted like sock monkeys in the blankets again. Mel
held Winnie’s waist with her hands in a mouth-to-belly communion, calling her
‘dark princess’ over and over.
During breakfast they recovered from all
that had happened and they went over the mission once again.
“The Lians are here.”
They talked about the beginning, the
split into dark and light. The white rabbit and the carving of Ixchel and the
moon-rabbit scribe sat on the table between them.
Winnie said, “I’m doing my mother
first,” and she scooped a chunk of pink grapefruit into her mouth.
Mel wondered how she planned to pull
that off.
~*~
Sometimes Winnie went on a pretend
mission to domesticate Mel into a pull-my-string doll. It wasn’t Winnie’s true intention
at all, it was an obsession. Obsessions did not have intention.
Today was their latest episode of Winnie
Gets Mel A Man .
Winnie was probably getting mad and would punch her any second
because Mel ignored her and just sat there watching her calf muscle twitch. A
drip of sweat fell from the tip of Mel’s nose and hit the tile floor.
Heartbeats in her ears slowly wound down.
People stared hard at that hearts and spades wheel, didn’t they?
As if they had telekinetic powers to make it stop.
Tock...tock......tock.........tock.
“Mel, you’re not listening,” said Winnie.
“Am, too!”
“Ok look,” said Winnie, in her director’s voice. “You’re a sexy
blonde packing a mean punch—it scares them off—right?.”
“Sexy, you say...”
The whole thing was really just a rom-com directed by Winnie. Mel
slid the towel from around her neck and twirled it into rat-tail.
“Don’t you—” Winnie got her feet away in time, then Mel’s quick
follow-up nailed her. She grabbed Mel’s sweatshirt and shoved her hard against
the lockers. Mel wanted to throw her down.
She looked at the hard tiled floor, then back at Winnie. “Hey,
tiger.” Mel smiled and let Winnie have her way. Giving in to her felt good.
“And the other night at The Koko Club when the bouncer went after
Gerald and you stepped in—big fail Mel.”
“Ok, you’re right.” She got up close and made a snarky
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