Tenebris by Tim Curran

Author:Tim Curran
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Horror
Publisher: DarkFuse
Published: 2015-08-15T23:00:00+00:00

14

What she showed him was her car and it wasn’t the drive he expected, but a very conservative little Dodge Neon with a very un-conservative vanity plate that said POLE SLIDER. When Reese saw him eyeing that up, she said, “Not my place to shit on your teenage boy porno fantasies, Jimmo, but pole-sliding ain’t my obsession but my former job. Stripper, that’s me. I used spread my legs and flash my hoo-hah and shake my tee-tees for hard cash. Paid well. I worked more greased pole than Jenna Jameson. But…all good things come to an end and my career fizzled. Maybe it was my choice of a stage name: Summer Eve. Could be.”

Half the time he couldn’t be sure if she was joking or just laughing at him.

She produced a Marlboro Red. “Light me up, Jimmy,” she said.

He patted his pockets even though he knew he didn’t have a lighter. “Sorry. I don’t smoke.”

“Not even weed?”

“No.”

“Argghhh, said the pirate.” She saw a young guy smoking a cigarette across the parking lot and said, “Hey you! Move it over here!”

He practically came running. She borrowed his cigarette to light her own, then dismissed him, telling him to go jack off somewhere else. He took off with a frown. She pulled off her cigarette and took Jim around the other side of her Neon to show him three deep drag marks gouged into the paint.

“See that? That was my last warning from Big Bird,” she told him. “Oh, you’re thinking somebody keyed me? No. Not unless they had a set of keys like a garden trowel. And, no, I didn’t sideswipe anything. Anyway, where’s your ride? I’ve got one more story for you.”

They went over to his pickup and she sat on the passenger side, crossing her long legs, her short plaid skirt hiking higher up her thigh. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Jimmo, and get your eyes off my pliant flanks. Listen up. After about a year of threading the needle after my wreck out on 50, I just couldn’t take it anymore so I started surfing the World Wide Waste for monster bird stories. I concentrated on Utah and Nevada and I found plenty. I finally zeroed my search and discovered Cryptodesert.com and hence, I became ingratiated with Petty and Shineboy. There was another sci-fi nerd there named Skippo but he got busted selling God’s own herb and is out of the picture now.”

“I see.”

“You got any pot?”

“No, I don’t smoke anything.”

“What a guy.”

“I’m a teacher.”

She broke up into a bout of cackling. “No chizz? Wow. I remember Mr. Fountaine from tenth grade. I was a sweet little cup of sugar then who wore short skirts to flash my wrappers—that’s stripper lingo for legs, you know—and Mr. Fountaine would always come to help me ride the isosceles and put his hand on my ass. You believe that shit?”

Jim nodded. He’d known a few like that.

“You sure you don’t have any weed?”

He sighed. “I’m straight.”

“Don’t go all conservatwat on me, Jimmo.

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