Lady Ogre (Part Two, To: Night Train to San Francisco)
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Adams, had seen no one since he had gotten off and back onto the train,outside of Chicago, drank his beer and then fallen to sleep, and smelling now the breakfast seeping from the kitchen to his car, althoughriding along the tracks through the open countryside, he could feel the heat wave coming on, the sun was hitting the metal on the train baking it, seemingly that took his appetite away.
Now the train went on through another town, surprised to find it didn't stop, and then it rode alongside a river, leaving the town, the sun still baking the side of the train.
The countryside was all lush and over-green, with tints of yellow, dotted here and there.
Adams didn't notice Francisca, the old woman, the ogre, as his subconscious named her,he women he had seen previously who had sat by him, who had intentions of robbing him, she had been sleeping in the back car, she had come up to his, she was with some wino, stubble of beard and red-nosed, bloodshot eyes, and a pint of whisky in his picket stuck out.
No one challenged him, he went and he came as if he was a maniac, and perhaps he was, and perchance she was, like to like, likened to, two peas in a pod.
"Who is he," said the old timer, to Francisca.
She was pointing him out, although they could only see the back of his head.
"How do you know him?" Old Sammy Joyce continued in curiosity.
She took hold of his hand, and put it on her thigh, "He tried to touch this!" "He will not ever try again," old Sammy said, trying to impress her.
"Give me your knife," said Francisca, "I'm going to kill him.
" "Let's dont be fools," Sammy said cheerfully.
As if it was a joke.
"Give me the knife.
" "It's big but hasn't any sharpness to it.
" "You know I didn't think you were drunk until now, I guess I'm sobering up.
" "I'm not completely drunk.
" "I can't tell, until you start talking," said Sammy, and took out his whiskey, and they both took a big gulp out of it.
"I can't do it," Francisca admitted.
"You do it for me, and it will make me very happy and he has money to buy more whisky, and I'm frightfully thirsty.
" "You don't need it," said Sammy.
"You're much braver in such things than I am," she said.
"No," said Sammy.
"Never have been, I just like the night trains, and I wanted to go to sleep in a seat for once, instead of riding the rods, if you know what I mean, and I only met you last night.
" "Let's not talk about how we met," Francisca said.
"It's a subject I know also, and we can travel together if you'd like, and you can do what you want with me.
" "We might as well stay here a while longer, and think about it," Sammy said.
He liked the idea of having company, and they took another gulp from the whisky bottle.
"I suppose there is no hurry, San Francisco won't move.
" "How do you feel, really feel about that boy?" said, Sammy.
"I'm not okay with it, I'm perfectly angry at him for the way he was to me.
" Well, there they sat, thinking, and then Sammy implied, "He's not simply going to just lie down and let me kill him.
" Adams lay on the seat, he was disappointed he felt a bit ill in his stomach, so obvious to the two watching him, and the heat of the morning was intensifying.
"Don't try to get near him when he's looking in the window, he'll break your nose," said Francisca, "We've only got an hour or so to do it.
" "Don't you think someone will see us?" "Walk in front of him, he's never saw you, I'll see if anyone is coming from behind you, you'll see everything in front of you, I'll gesture at you if someone is coming, and cut his bloody balls off him for me!" "That's right, that's what I'll do," said Sammy, "and grab his money, and we can run to another car, and they'll think he's still sleeping, and I'll throw the knife out the bathroom window, and no one will be the wiser.
" Now looking at his watch walking down the isle in front of Adams, with the humming tone of the train, Sammy fell on top of the boy, as if he tripped, as if he was drunk, and he was drunk, and cave-in, and the steel of the knife was cool, burned through his flesh, he pushed it up, and back and pushed it down.
No: 720 (1-29-2011)
C.
E.
Adams, had seen no one since he had gotten off and back onto the train,outside of Chicago, drank his beer and then fallen to sleep, and smelling now the breakfast seeping from the kitchen to his car, althoughriding along the tracks through the open countryside, he could feel the heat wave coming on, the sun was hitting the metal on the train baking it, seemingly that took his appetite away.
Now the train went on through another town, surprised to find it didn't stop, and then it rode alongside a river, leaving the town, the sun still baking the side of the train.
The countryside was all lush and over-green, with tints of yellow, dotted here and there.
Adams didn't notice Francisca, the old woman, the ogre, as his subconscious named her,he women he had seen previously who had sat by him, who had intentions of robbing him, she had been sleeping in the back car, she had come up to his, she was with some wino, stubble of beard and red-nosed, bloodshot eyes, and a pint of whisky in his picket stuck out.
No one challenged him, he went and he came as if he was a maniac, and perhaps he was, and perchance she was, like to like, likened to, two peas in a pod.
"Who is he," said the old timer, to Francisca.
She was pointing him out, although they could only see the back of his head.
"How do you know him?" Old Sammy Joyce continued in curiosity.
She took hold of his hand, and put it on her thigh, "He tried to touch this!" "He will not ever try again," old Sammy said, trying to impress her.
"Give me your knife," said Francisca, "I'm going to kill him.
" "Let's dont be fools," Sammy said cheerfully.
As if it was a joke.
"Give me the knife.
" "It's big but hasn't any sharpness to it.
" "You know I didn't think you were drunk until now, I guess I'm sobering up.
" "I'm not completely drunk.
" "I can't tell, until you start talking," said Sammy, and took out his whiskey, and they both took a big gulp out of it.
"I can't do it," Francisca admitted.
"You do it for me, and it will make me very happy and he has money to buy more whisky, and I'm frightfully thirsty.
" "You don't need it," said Sammy.
"You're much braver in such things than I am," she said.
"No," said Sammy.
"Never have been, I just like the night trains, and I wanted to go to sleep in a seat for once, instead of riding the rods, if you know what I mean, and I only met you last night.
" "Let's not talk about how we met," Francisca said.
"It's a subject I know also, and we can travel together if you'd like, and you can do what you want with me.
" "We might as well stay here a while longer, and think about it," Sammy said.
He liked the idea of having company, and they took another gulp from the whisky bottle.
"I suppose there is no hurry, San Francisco won't move.
" "How do you feel, really feel about that boy?" said, Sammy.
"I'm not okay with it, I'm perfectly angry at him for the way he was to me.
" Well, there they sat, thinking, and then Sammy implied, "He's not simply going to just lie down and let me kill him.
" Adams lay on the seat, he was disappointed he felt a bit ill in his stomach, so obvious to the two watching him, and the heat of the morning was intensifying.
"Don't try to get near him when he's looking in the window, he'll break your nose," said Francisca, "We've only got an hour or so to do it.
" "Don't you think someone will see us?" "Walk in front of him, he's never saw you, I'll see if anyone is coming from behind you, you'll see everything in front of you, I'll gesture at you if someone is coming, and cut his bloody balls off him for me!" "That's right, that's what I'll do," said Sammy, "and grab his money, and we can run to another car, and they'll think he's still sleeping, and I'll throw the knife out the bathroom window, and no one will be the wiser.
" Now looking at his watch walking down the isle in front of Adams, with the humming tone of the train, Sammy fell on top of the boy, as if he tripped, as if he was drunk, and he was drunk, and cave-in, and the steel of the knife was cool, burned through his flesh, he pushed it up, and back and pushed it down.
No: 720 (1-29-2011)
