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Scribe
Join Date: Dec 2007
Location: Way Down South
Posts: 66
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The Witch Across the Way
I´d told them all so, course they didn´t believe me, buncha neanderthals. As if I had a reason to lie about something like that. Phooey. Well, they all know well enough now, don´t they?
Started about a month ago. I got tight as a drum on the local red wine, fried up some meat, boiled up some pasta, and fixed some zucchini as well. When my pots and pans had cooled I´d surveyed the scene and realised I had too much food for my lonely little self. Whom to share with? thought I, scratching my head in the kitchen. I know! Share with the manager!
Manager of the building here where we all rent rooms, that is. There´s 13 rooms. Ooo! That lucky number, huh? So I went looking for the guy, but on the way, there in the hallway, sitting on a couch in her long black skirt, an awful pretty girl.
¨You hungry?¨, I ask her.
¨Si!¨, she says with interest.
Well, of course the manager was already long gone from my mind, and before the grub could cool I brought it to her all aromatic and steaming, bowing and taking off, trying to be seductively mysterious. Back to my quarters to clear my own plate and attack the wine I went. When the meal was done I sat around drinking and smoking a bit, an expert of timing and women that´s me, till the perfect moment, and I went stomping back to her side of the building.
Sure enough, there she was, calm as a statue in a park, sitting in her kitchen as if she expected me.
¨Hallo!¨, says I, and introductions and all the works of master womanisers ensuing. I give her my own handsome name and she throws back a German one. A-ha! Clever little kitten, thinks I, she´s no German and neither are her parents. She´s local, look at her tiny frame, her dark -- or are they pale?-- features, her eyes. She´s local.
I humoured her, rapping easy-like, trying to keep my hands to myself but with all that wine coursing through my veins I couldn´t help touching her here and there. She didn´t seem to mind but never smiled. Allasudden, I felt really slow and dizzy, and thought it must have been all that vino I´d chugged finally hitting me. I felt everyting slowing down and my head started to droop. All very regular.
But then, then, I noticed out of the tops of my glazing eyes this girl´s lips moving a mile a minute, whispering stuff. I raised my head to look at her, could see only her white glowing eyes there inside her black locks and clothes, tried to ask her what she thought she was doing...
And woke up the next day in my room in my bed all out of position. I mean my bed was out of position, not how I usually keep it. I got up stumbling around like a zombie, took a big gulp of wine and shuffled into the kitchen to make a capuccino. I couldn´t get that girl out of my head for days, no matter what I did, the unending thought was there: ¨I wish I was with her.¨
One night in the kitchen with some fellow lodgers I asked them what they thought of her. They each and every one said something negative; she was ugly, she was lesbian and not worth effort, she was unfriendly. I told these guys I thought she was a hot witch, and they all poked fun.
Couple days later while en route to relief I saw one of those very chiders in the hallway chattin´ with her, she in her ever-present long black skirt. I got pretty jealous and urinated with anger; very satisfying. Well, well, I thinks, chattin´with the ugly one, eh?
Very next day I see him going into her room with bundles, looked like groceries. Ho! He came out pretty quick, too, no nookie-panky there. One by one I start to notice everybody first talking to her, all casual like, but then buying her things. Eventually I see the manager himself carrying stuff into her room; television, computer, a refrigerator, always closing the door with a bow and a ¨gracias¨.
Ha, well, them and their regular bows and their gifts. She seems to have them all. I sometimes think the only reason she left me be -- albeit in love, that´s true, she´s so pretty! -- is because I offered her something right at the get-go. So now she stays in her room mostly, doing who-knows-what, and they bring her everything, she pays no rent...and, finally, she smiles at me.
I´d told them all so.
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