Fairy Circle by Johanna Frappier

Author:Johanna Frappier [Frappier, Johanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Johanna Frappier
Published: 2013-05-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“That was a cool movie, wasn’t it?” Markis grinned. It was a slow night at the store. No old gamblers, no drunken young studs rushing in for their alcohol buy before midnight. No one ever bought the dusty condoms. Coco was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet tank. Her feet were on the toilet seat cover and she was giving her toenails a masterful paint job. Her homemade shoes had been kicked under the sink. Her arms were sheathed in the legs of black cut-off nylons.

Markis leaned against the register counter on one leg, scratched his calf with the other booted foot, and hummed tunelessly. Everything about him was relaxed. He was scrubbed clean and his dark eyes were bright. He wasn’t hiding any secrets. He was who he was and happy just to be there with her.

Saffron stared at him blankly.

Markis’s grin fell as he stared back at her. He tried again, but with less gusto. His booted foot planted itself back on the floor as he stood up. “The Last Planet. I thought it was a pretty good movie.”

“Oh, yeah! It was the best.” She was too forced, too cheery, and Markis was hurt, she could tell. She didn’t want to deal with this right now. She turned her head and stared at the night-blackened windows. Suddenly, there was a vision there of Ny, hanging by his knees from the limb of a cherry tree in full bloom. He slowly swung back and forth. Back and forth. He blew her a kiss.

“Saffron, is everything okay?” She had managed to work Markis into a frown.

I’m poisoning this guy, she thought, and looked down at her hands. Her fingers were strangling themselves. She had to admit, she didn’t even care that he was standing there. She wanted to zone out, to not think for a couple of years. She had already forgotten about last Friday. On Saturday she had backed out of meeting the band.

A car pulled into one of the spaces in front of the store. It was full of shadows, girls, and smoke. The driver’s side door opened and Samantha’s barely restrained breasts popped out. She pulled her wedge, then hen-strutted to the door of the store. Ting-a-ling. She walked up to the counter and smiled, her mouth so full of teeth she could only attract another piranha. “Pack a’ Marlboro lights.”

Outside, her minions struggled out of the car like corpses from their graves. They stumbled in one by one, ting-a-ling, their grins Bozo-wide under their heavy lipstick. One of them had a bright red smudge on her teeth.

“Hi, Markis,” Samantha gushed and herded her breasts right up to his chest. Maybe he was supposed to shake them in greeting, pat them on the head. He seemed as confused as Saffron. Nimbly, he backed up before they could bite.

Samantha sneered and cast a withering glare at Saffron. Saffron rolled her eyes and slammed the register shut, firmly placed Samantha’s change on the counter without counting it. To date, this was the boldest thing she had ever done.

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