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When the Malibu had rounded a curve to the east and was out of sight, Alexis removed her face from Matthew's with a grimace. She pulled her hands away and wiped them on herself. Matthew's body slid down the side of the car and fell to the gravel on the side of the road with a boneless thump. Alexis let fly a kick into his ribs.
"Fucker," she said, her mouth all teeth. She moved her tongue around her mouth, collecting saliva in a pile like a broom pulling dust and detritus. She let fly a wad of spit which landed somewhere in Matthew's hair.
She glared over the roof of the Cadillac, her eyes like sparking wires, turning her head left and right in slow, sweeping gestures. No other automobiles were making their appearance.
Man, she wanted another cigarette. This was however not the time for it. She looked down at Matthew’s body on the side of the road. She was breathing hard. Matthew lay in a slump, like a rag doll that had been tossed aside by a petulant girl.
Alexis let out a short bark of a laugh.
Taking a deep breath, Alexis reached down and grabbed hold of Matthew’s belt once again and fastening with a reserve strength she was unaware that she still had, she pulled his body around to the back of the car in one long slide.
She dropped him, none too carefully, and once again looked around the deserted canyon road. She propped open the trunk, the lid of which had succumbed to gravity and drifted slowly down. Her hands were bathed in the trunk’s pale yellow light, a color which made her think of insects. She could see scars, she could see swatches of blood and road dirt, she could see a small tremor starting that would eventually devour her entire body. She curled her large but womanly hands into tight fists.
Alexis let her head drop and her eyes close. She controlled her breathing to a slow, regulated pace. She wore a grimace on her face. She looked like a boxer in a corner, attempting to decide on a reason to enter the match.
She shot her face up, eyes open, and let out a sharp breath of air. She kneeled down beside Matthew one hand under his neck and the other under his thighs. Shaking with strain, she lifted him like a groom stealing a bride over the threshold. With an animal grunt, she dropped his body into the trunk. It landed inside just fine, except for his head which lolled onto the lip where the trunk lid connected with the back of the car.
With a devious smile that she shared for no one, that was hers alone, she brought the trunk down on his head with an almost playful slam. There was a comic ‘thonk’ sound as the lid connected and bounced back up.
“Bitch,” she said.
Alexis grabbed the head by the hair and shoved it fully into the trunk. She once again brought down the lid which managed to latch and close without hindrance. She finally pulled out another cigarette and lit it.
Alexis leaned against the trunk of the Cadillac, mostly hidden the shadows of the canyon walls except when a blaze of red from the tip of her cigarette ignited the passive look on her face. She cocked one foot up on the bumper, let her head fall back and blew smoke up towards the sky.
"Fucker," she said, her mouth all teeth. She moved her tongue around her mouth, collecting saliva in a pile like a broom pulling dust and detritus. She let fly a wad of spit which landed somewhere in Matthew's hair.
She glared over the roof of the Cadillac, her eyes like sparking wires, turning her head left and right in slow, sweeping gestures. No other automobiles were making their appearance.
Man, she wanted another cigarette. This was however not the time for it. She looked down at Matthew’s body on the side of the road. She was breathing hard. Matthew lay in a slump, like a rag doll that had been tossed aside by a petulant girl.
Alexis let out a short bark of a laugh.
Taking a deep breath, Alexis reached down and grabbed hold of Matthew’s belt once again and fastening with a reserve strength she was unaware that she still had, she pulled his body around to the back of the car in one long slide.
She dropped him, none too carefully, and once again looked around the deserted canyon road. She propped open the trunk, the lid of which had succumbed to gravity and drifted slowly down. Her hands were bathed in the trunk’s pale yellow light, a color which made her think of insects. She could see scars, she could see swatches of blood and road dirt, she could see a small tremor starting that would eventually devour her entire body. She curled her large but womanly hands into tight fists.
Alexis let her head drop and her eyes close. She controlled her breathing to a slow, regulated pace. She wore a grimace on her face. She looked like a boxer in a corner, attempting to decide on a reason to enter the match.
She shot her face up, eyes open, and let out a sharp breath of air. She kneeled down beside Matthew one hand under his neck and the other under his thighs. Shaking with strain, she lifted him like a groom stealing a bride over the threshold. With an animal grunt, she dropped his body into the trunk. It landed inside just fine, except for his head which lolled onto the lip where the trunk lid connected with the back of the car.
With a devious smile that she shared for no one, that was hers alone, she brought the trunk down on his head with an almost playful slam. There was a comic ‘thonk’ sound as the lid connected and bounced back up.
“Bitch,” she said.
Alexis grabbed the head by the hair and shoved it fully into the trunk. She once again brought down the lid which managed to latch and close without hindrance. She finally pulled out another cigarette and lit it.
Alexis leaned against the trunk of the Cadillac, mostly hidden the shadows of the canyon walls except when a blaze of red from the tip of her cigarette ignited the passive look on her face. She cocked one foot up on the bumper, let her head fall back and blew smoke up towards the sky.
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