Post by odh on May 8, 2005 11:48:42 GMT -5
The Intellect turned her head, her hand still firmly grasping the door handle, and realised the voice was coming from the room with the light being emitted. She ran to the doorway silently and looked through into the room; two people were lying asleep on the sofa – Susan, and her latest squeeze – and on the television was the news, showing a man – Mexican, one could presume, and very attractive – with his arm around a woman, who’s face made The Intellect see red.
It was Jessica. Jessica Marble. The magee that helped in the murder of her beloved Danté. That potato ing magee, she thought whilst listening to the news report:
“So what are you and your lovely wife’s plans after you retired, Sergio?” the news reporter asked, pointing the microphone at the Mexican man.
“Well, I’ve retired to Tequila now – Yeah, tequila! – So we’re moving to Tequila in Jalisco and settle down on a piña there. It seems nice…” Sergio said, whilst Jessica went on smiling at the news reporter. The Intellect could take no more; she ran out of the room, and then out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Susan woke up and became animate at once, wondering what the noise was.
The Intellect ran across the road, went into her house, and, after taking out the passport and birth certificate from her pocket, threw them onto the table. She then ran upstairs, pulled down the attic stairs and climbed them swiftly. She reached above her when she reached the top and felt the chain of the light switch. She pulled it. It didn’t work, damn it! She felt around on the floor and felt a long object, oblong-ish. She grasped it, went down the stairs, entered her bedroom and threw it onto the bed. She then went to her wardrobe and pulled out a suitcase.
Tomorrow she was going to Mexico.
It was Jessica. Jessica Marble. The magee that helped in the murder of her beloved Danté. That potato ing magee, she thought whilst listening to the news report:
“So what are you and your lovely wife’s plans after you retired, Sergio?” the news reporter asked, pointing the microphone at the Mexican man.
“Well, I’ve retired to Tequila now – Yeah, tequila! – So we’re moving to Tequila in Jalisco and settle down on a piña there. It seems nice…” Sergio said, whilst Jessica went on smiling at the news reporter. The Intellect could take no more; she ran out of the room, and then out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Susan woke up and became animate at once, wondering what the noise was.
The Intellect ran across the road, went into her house, and, after taking out the passport and birth certificate from her pocket, threw them onto the table. She then ran upstairs, pulled down the attic stairs and climbed them swiftly. She reached above her when she reached the top and felt the chain of the light switch. She pulled it. It didn’t work, damn it! She felt around on the floor and felt a long object, oblong-ish. She grasped it, went down the stairs, entered her bedroom and threw it onto the bed. She then went to her wardrobe and pulled out a suitcase.
Tomorrow she was going to Mexico.