C4 antho - Chamber Four
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~162~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology They finish one pitcher, then another. Cold creeps in the doorway as the place fills up. Darla feeds the jukebox and pulls Simms to his feet to shuffle with her around the hardwood floor, lifting his hand from her ass when he starts clowning. Wyatt backs against the wall, stretches a leg across the seat, his appetite gone. He notices a woman, thin and wiry, wearing a leather jacket and sweatpants. She stands with her back to the glowing woodstove, wine glass in hand. Her raven hair is thick and bunched, her dark, narrow face obscured by owlish glasses. Darla steps out of Simms’s grasp and leans toward her to whisper. When the song ends, they bring her to the table. “Wyatt,” says Simms with a wink, “this here’s Mel.” Wyatt, revived, hears himself introduced as Simms’s lifelong buddy, a big-shot contractor. He banters with Mel and buys tequilas all around, and when Simms and Darla rise to dance again he nudges her from the booth. The floor crowds quickly, and he slides his hand to the small of her back. She gives a jerk and mashes against him. “Whoa!” she says, “Sorry. I’ve been getting a tattoo and it’s still a little tender back there.” She grabs his wrist, drops his hand lower. “That side’s OK,” she says, catching his eye, pressing against him during the dance, her perfume lingering under his chin after the music stops. Wyatt orders another round and pulls Mel into the booth beside him. He lights a cigarette and shakes the match until it smokes. When turns to Mel, she’s holding a cigarette and waiting. His matchbook’s empty. Darla holds a lighter a cross the table, “Here you go, Melania,” she says. “Melania?” Wyatt says, looking her over. “That’s one I never heard before.”
Dragon ~163~ “It’s Spanish,” Mel says, her dark eyes steady and expressionless. “I get it now,” he says, nodding. “Kinda like Melanie then. It’s a pretty name.” “Not Melanie,” she says, pulling the empty matchbook from his hand and writing her name in capital letters, handing it to him to read. “MELANIA,” she repeats. As he’s reading, she plucks the matchbook away, lowers her eyelids and scribbles some more—a phone number under the name—and hands it back. Wyatt smiles and tucks it into his pocket. Later, on the dance floor, he lets his cheek rest against hers. His breath stops; he’s never cheated on Dawnell. Mel brushes her lips across his. “Let’s go get some air,” she whispers. They jog through a biting wind to her Suburban. She drives a few blocks and parks in the shadows of a railroad overpass, leaving the motor on to run the heater. From a kit in the glove box she sorts out some gadgets and stuffs a brass pipe with a pinch of marijuana. Soon he’s giddy and daring, tasting tequila and smoke on the tip of her tongue. “Can I see it?” he whispers. She draws back and looks up at him. “The tattoo,” he says. “What is it?” She turns her back toward him and slides up her blouse, revealing the coils of an ornate dragon. Feeling daring, he presses her shirt even higher, unhooks her bra, encounters a swirl of vivid hues and scaly ferocity. Her welted skin rises under a green leg and a row of demonic fingers tipped with curved black claws. He’s never touched a tattoo, never seen one this close. “My god!” he says. “How far does it go?” She takes off her glasses, turns on the overhead light, gets her knees under her and slips down the sweatpants, revealing a curling reptilian tail adorning her right buttock. “That’s amazing,” he says, tracing the outline with his finger.
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~162~ The <strong>Chamber</strong> <strong>Four</strong> Fiction Anthology<br />
They finish one pitcher, then another. Cold creeps in the<br />
doorway as the place fills up. Darla feeds the jukebox and<br />
pulls Simms to his feet to shuffle with her around the hardwood<br />
floor, lifting his hand from her ass when he starts<br />
clowning. Wyatt backs against the wall, stretches a leg across<br />
the seat, his appetite gone. He notices a woman, thin and<br />
wiry, wearing a leather jacket and sweatpants. She stands<br />
with her back to the glowing woodstove, wine glass in hand.<br />
Her raven hair is thick and bunched, her dark, narrow face<br />
obscured by owlish glasses. Darla steps out of Simms’s grasp<br />
and leans toward her to whisper. When the song ends, they<br />
bring her to the table. “Wyatt,” says Simms with a wink, “this<br />
here’s Mel.”<br />
Wyatt, revived, hears himself introduced as Simms’s lifelong<br />
buddy, a big-shot contractor. He banters with Mel and<br />
buys tequilas all around, and when Simms and Darla rise to<br />
dance again he nudges her from the booth. The floor crowds<br />
quickly, and he slides his hand to the small of her back. She<br />
gives a jerk and mashes against him. “Whoa!” she says,<br />
“Sorry. I’ve been getting a tattoo and it’s still a little tender<br />
back there.”<br />
She grabs his wrist, drops his hand lower. “That side’s<br />
OK,” she says, catching his eye, pressing against him during<br />
the dance, her perfume lingering under his chin after the<br />
music stops.<br />
Wyatt orders another round and pulls Mel into the booth<br />
beside him. He lights a cigarette and shakes the match until<br />
it smokes. When turns to Mel, she’s holding a cigarette and<br />
waiting. His matchbook’s empty.<br />
Darla holds a lighter a cross the table, “Here you go,<br />
Melania,” she says.<br />
“Melania?” Wyatt says, looking her over. “That’s one I<br />
never heard before.”