His name was Roberte
and his left handed brother was the bastard that helped push me out
of a window. Mind you, at that time I was just head in a spirit
cabinet. My spirit cabinet is lost, maybe even destroyed. When I
fell through that dark void, I had no idea I would land on someone else body
in a bar in a city called Coma.
I realize why the
city is called Coma. Apparently all the inhabitants are deep in
sleep. I noticed this when Roberte, a hand without a body, like his
brother, took me to the city streets looking for my spirit cabinet.
“Was it always
like this?” I asked, my body clutching him close to my chest. The
fingers on Roberte moved restlessly.
“As far as I can
remember. Although I suffer a lot of blackouts. A malady I have for
the loss of my body.”
“How did you get
here?”
“That's funny you
ask. My brother and I were fighting over a blond. They threw me out
of a window.”
Suddenly, I felt a
jolt. My spirit cabinet was close. The spirits were out of the box, I
could feel it. I told Roberte. We were in front of a disco, and the
beats were louder and louder. My eardrums were bleeding. Roberte
jumped out of the grip my body had on him. He ran into the disco,
lost in the crowd jumping up down in unison.
I followed, calling
his name, until I saw Robete sitting at table with a Siamese redhead.
She had my cabinet beside her and all of my spirits were dancing
around her, enjoying the music.
“These are the
Fowler sisters,” Roberte said.
“Hello,” they
both said. They were beautiful, both of them, sharing the same body
dressed in tank top and mini skirt; and sharing the same tatoos from
head to toe.
“They've agreed to
sell me your spirit cabinet.” Roberte said, chuckling.
“But it's mine not
yours to sell,” I said with sharp tongue.
“Who cares? Your
getting it back. But you have something the sisters want.”
“What's that?” I
yelled over the loud music.
The Siamese twins
stood, walked toward me. The knelt, unzipped my fly. A hand reached
inside and produced a long mechanical machine with button that lit
up. At the end of this machine was a glass jar filled with stardust.
The sisters looked up at me and smiled. Their fingers danced across
the colored buttons and a window opened. Their faces were littered
with sparkling stardust.
In mere moments, all
of their tattoos had disappeared.
They stood, wiped
stardust from their lips and kissed me. They tasted like sour apple
gum.
“The cabinet,”
they both said sitting back down. “And the spirits are yours.”
END OF PART 4
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