Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge

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“That dude’s spying on her. Her building is next door.”
“Can we look?”
“Hold your breath.”
“Why? How can I? I have no body!”
“Do it like you did have one. Then think about, no, focus on his binoculars. Focus
on his eyelashes. Sit on them. Then look.”
“She’s naked!”
“She’s naked & she’s tripping.”
“This isn’t right. What’s this guy gonna do?”
“Nothing. He just watches. He’s worried about her. So he watches.”
“Don’t he work?”
“No. I don’t really know his story.”
“But aren’t you his, whatdoyoucall, author?”
“I don’t want to know.”
“Why not?”
“Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“To her.”
“She’s beautiful. What’s her problem?”
“She’s in love. But he went away.”
“Fight?”
“Sortof. It got too intense for both of them.”
“So now she just lies here naked with the windows wide open, doing drugs? Does she
know she’s being watched?”
“She figures it’s the Angel of Death. She doesn’t think about it too much.”
“What kind of cockamamie story is this? What do you think I’m gonna help you?”
“I don’t know. Can you?”
“I know what this is like! That movie, ‘Christmas Carol’! But it’s all screwed up! See
what drugs do to you?”
“You do coke.”
“Yah I do. But I aint no writer. I’m a salesman. I sell insurance & do coke to keep
me revved. It helps. It’s expensive tho.”
“You want to leave?”
“To what? I got no body. You said you made me up. I guess I’m stuck with this.”
“Good. What should I do about her?”
“I don’t know! I was never good at writing & all that.”
“Pretend it’s a movie. Or a TV show.”
“But it’s not. It’s a story. It’s not the same.”
“Do you want to touch her?”
“No!”
“You said she’s beautiful. You’re right. & you don’t exist.”
“No. I ain’t like that.”
“Then what?”
“Where’s her boyfriend gone to?”
“He’s in New Hampshire. On a commune.”
“Bring him here.”
“Why?”
The Cenacle / 54 / April 2005