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Alexis flicked yet another butt out the window of the Cadillac. She moved her head as though she was following the falling arc of the glowing smoke, but she was carefully looking around the parking lot once again. Two cars still remained, but there didn't appear to be anyone in them. She figured that this was the time.
She got out of the car, her knees popping. There was a tense moment when a quick sneaking head rush made her think that she might actually lose the strength to stand, but she closed her eyes and took a slow and deep breath of the salt rimed air. She mock stretched and again scoped the parking lot and the beach just beyond. No one appeared to be too close, still those bonfires a good distance away.
Walking slowly, but not too slowly, around to the back of the Cadillac, Alexis opened the trunk and looked down at the shadowed shape of Matthew's body, lying curled as if in sleep. Somehow, the trunk light had begun to short and it now blinked on and off intermittently. A flash of yellow and there was the sepia toned photograph of violence and a moment of banal evil. A restoration of moon spattered darkness and the calm feeling of smooth night sleeping
She reached behind the corpse and felt around for the sleeping bag. She felt it, grabbed it, and as she brought it forward the trunk flashed again. She caught the staring, dead eye out of the corner of her own and clenched her jaw. She unrolled the bag and began putting it over Matthew's still feet. She lifted his legs up and continued pulling the bag over up to his waist. Continuing to lift the body and pulling the bag, Alexis had him wrapped in about ten minutes. Just as she was pulling the open hole of the sleeping bag over his lolling head, the trunk flashed alight again, just in time to clearly show a scruff of hair disappearing into the dark hole of the bag.
She reached around the filled bag, prying her fingers underneath, and once again stealing herself against the strain, she pulled the impromptu body bag out of the trunk and let it fall to the parking lot's asphalt with a muffled thump. Without looking, she reached up and slammed the trunk closed.
Bending down slowly, and tunelessly humming the theme to TV's "One In The Hand", Alexis wrapped the roll straps around her hands, two or three times and began pulling.
The nylon shell of the bag whispered demonic threats as it dragged along the asphalt. She got it to the lip of the parking lot where the tarmac ended and the slight slope of the beach began and dropped the bag. She hunched over, breathing heavily and flexing her hands over her slightly bent knees. She glared down on the lump at her feet and blew a sigh through her nostrils. Alexis stood up straight and forcefully kicked the bag over the lip of the parking lot. It hit the graceful slope of California giving way to the Pacific and managed to roll a good six feet.
"Better'n nothin'," she sighed before following the bag and body down onto the beach.
She got out of the car, her knees popping. There was a tense moment when a quick sneaking head rush made her think that she might actually lose the strength to stand, but she closed her eyes and took a slow and deep breath of the salt rimed air. She mock stretched and again scoped the parking lot and the beach just beyond. No one appeared to be too close, still those bonfires a good distance away.
Walking slowly, but not too slowly, around to the back of the Cadillac, Alexis opened the trunk and looked down at the shadowed shape of Matthew's body, lying curled as if in sleep. Somehow, the trunk light had begun to short and it now blinked on and off intermittently. A flash of yellow and there was the sepia toned photograph of violence and a moment of banal evil. A restoration of moon spattered darkness and the calm feeling of smooth night sleeping
She reached behind the corpse and felt around for the sleeping bag. She felt it, grabbed it, and as she brought it forward the trunk flashed again. She caught the staring, dead eye out of the corner of her own and clenched her jaw. She unrolled the bag and began putting it over Matthew's still feet. She lifted his legs up and continued pulling the bag over up to his waist. Continuing to lift the body and pulling the bag, Alexis had him wrapped in about ten minutes. Just as she was pulling the open hole of the sleeping bag over his lolling head, the trunk flashed alight again, just in time to clearly show a scruff of hair disappearing into the dark hole of the bag.
She reached around the filled bag, prying her fingers underneath, and once again stealing herself against the strain, she pulled the impromptu body bag out of the trunk and let it fall to the parking lot's asphalt with a muffled thump. Without looking, she reached up and slammed the trunk closed.
Bending down slowly, and tunelessly humming the theme to TV's "One In The Hand", Alexis wrapped the roll straps around her hands, two or three times and began pulling.
The nylon shell of the bag whispered demonic threats as it dragged along the asphalt. She got it to the lip of the parking lot where the tarmac ended and the slight slope of the beach began and dropped the bag. She hunched over, breathing heavily and flexing her hands over her slightly bent knees. She glared down on the lump at her feet and blew a sigh through her nostrils. Alexis stood up straight and forcefully kicked the bag over the lip of the parking lot. It hit the graceful slope of California giving way to the Pacific and managed to roll a good six feet.
"Better'n nothin'," she sighed before following the bag and body down onto the beach.
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