excerpt from the soon to be released, CROSSROADS: The Anthology
Brenda had seen the stout man in the dark red business suit that was presently banging on Emily’s door before. She remembered his dark, thinning hair, slicked back with tons of grease. He saw her as she peeked through the curtains and smiled with unusually full lips, surrounded by a dark goatee. She could almost swear that he had red pupils and quickly looked away from them. Parked at the curb in front of the house was a vintage, candy red, ’69 Chevy Impala with a white, leather interior. Leaning on the car with a cell-phone to her ear was the man’s lover and counterpart. She was considerably taller than him and her short, cropped hair was bleach-white, matching the color of her tight, short dress. She was stunningly gorgeous and in another life, she might have been a super-model. Brenda watched in horror as the woman’s black lipstick-covered lips moved as she spoke into the phone. She also spotted Brenda in the front window. She winked at Brenda with her green eye. Her other eye was completely cloudy as if it had no pupil at all. The woman ended her call and bent over to reach into the back seat of the Impala. As she did, her short skirt rode up and exposed the bottom half of the luscious cheeks it barely covered. Once she got what she had reached for, she turned around and pulled her dress down, trying to cover the pale, shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Then, as if she was a limousine driver at the airport, she held up a cardboard sign with BRENDA SWAN written in black lipstick.
“Oh my God!” Brenda exclaimed before she turned and ran back down the narrow hallway. “Don’t open the door!” she yelled back at Emily who was still rooted in place.
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Dirk had sent Grendel and Gretchen to claim his wife.
Brenda had seen the stout man in the dark red business suit that was presently banging on Emily’s door before. She remembered his dark, thinning hair, slicked back with tons of grease. He saw her as she peeked through the curtains and smiled with unusually full lips, surrounded by a dark goatee. She could almost swear that he had red pupils and quickly looked away from them. Parked at the curb in front of the house was a vintage, candy red, ’69 Chevy Impala with a white, leather interior. Leaning on the car with a cell-phone to her ear was the man’s lover and counterpart. She was considerably taller than him and her short, cropped hair was bleach-white, matching the color of her tight, short dress. She was stunningly gorgeous and in another life, she might have been a super-model. Brenda watched in horror as the woman’s black lipstick-covered lips moved as she spoke into the phone. She also spotted Brenda in the front window. She winked at Brenda with her green eye. Her other eye was completely cloudy as if it had no pupil at all. The woman ended her call and bent over to reach into the back seat of the Impala. As she did, her short skirt rode up and exposed the bottom half of the luscious cheeks it barely covered. Once she got what she had reached for, she turned around and pulled her dress down, trying to cover the pale, shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Then, as if she was a limousine driver at the airport, she held up a cardboard sign with BRENDA SWAN written in black lipstick.
“Oh my God!” Brenda exclaimed before she turned and ran back down the narrow hallway. “Don’t open the door!” she yelled back at Emily who was still rooted in place.
***
Dirk had sent Grendel and Gretchen to claim his wife.
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