The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 142
There weren’t really any circles or magic wheels piloting our lives. Not the way I saw things, anyhow. More an anti-gravitational, spiraling wobble in which we’d sometimes pass through our own vapor trail, as Jones had earlier.
My old friend, Christine, (and my new friend, Lupe), on the other hand, would argue their preferred mode of belief—their simple, quite popular, inexplicable myth or faith—that it was Sonia’s ghost directing traffic. No cause or effect attached other than some lame morality tale, still…
“Do you believe in ghosts? I do. All that stuff. Aliens too,” said Lupe, sitting just behind me and leaning forward, big round sunglasses, aisle seat, me in the window seat, front row passenger side of Sabrina’s bus. I was crazy attracted to her. Really just wanted her to lose the shades, cut all the crap and screw me to death. The moment I knew she could, and very likely would, came after I sort of half ass explained the whole cause and effect thing.
“Hm…” she pretends to ponder as she gets up, grabs a couple colorful cotton tote bags full of organic produce, steps off the bus in front of her house.
Sabrina: Lupe, why is that curtain blowing around in your door? Did something happen to the glass?
Lupe: Oh, yeah, my dogs broke it, so I put up the curtain. (Looks at me, lifts shades, smiles) Kind of a ghost curtain, huh?
Oh, baby. It was going to be THAT kind of delicious.
That kind of dangerous.
One last cigarette
then a quick, quiet fade to black.