9/23

ed macaffy an angry man stared down at the smudge across the fender. 'damn you!' cried ed macaffy as he followed the finger print the three inches across gold pin stripe and midnight blue paint. the fury tinted his cheek and ground his teeth, his once pure pt cruiser now defiled. her head lights once wide with innocent wonder now appeared wide and approachable a real flousy of a car. his baby patty cruiser, license plate read 1 2luvpt now a advertisement for all the licentious men in town.
it was friday and he drove his bald head pounding from the wind that beat across it while he drove with his head out the window. patty, the once sweet vanilla aroma was now the smell of a pier hooker calling all the navy boys home. ed macaffy owner of a giant belly long straight arrow loafers, untucked button up and black pleated slacks pulled into the daily dive for happy hour.
'why that bitch takes all comers we'll see if that rubs both ways.'
he appeared near the lottery machines, crossing the carpet stain, past the empty booths up towards the bar.
there were two or three women there, the most beautiful could have been a transvestite so she would be left as a last option.
at first it seemed like divine inspiration. carla! CAR LA! he thought as he watched her smoked wrinkled fuzz lined lip curl into a small deliver small talk of hard times over her highball glass. she had blond but the roots hair, she had a loose not stuffed enough slump pillow body, she had two legs that dangled almost to the floor covered in panty hose and flats, she had the dress of a retail clerk and she had a vagina which is all that ed was after.
'i got your drinks darling,' he said.
the hours crept and he talked, she talked, they laughed as he secretly cursed patty, reveled in her body growing cold in the night. he thought of those big doe eyes, her down pout fender mouth and taught racing ass once so confident now growing nervous anxious wondering about her man.
ed didn't smoke, but carla did so out they went. he would do it. now he wasn't stupid enough to ruin the potential resale of smoking in patty but he would show her he didn't care that at a moments notice he could smoke in her. that carla was worth it, worth anything. he laughed hard at her stories glancing at the lights he twisted her playfully in the night watching their bodies reflect off the paint and he kissed her mouth! he kissed her right in front of patty, eyes open looking past carla's cheek to the fender where the street light highlighted the smudge the scarlet finger burning a hole in his heart.
it was too much, the smoke, the cheap booze, the terrible conversation how far would he have to go to prove this point? wasn't this far enough? he thought then turned it still glimmered, the wide smile of the guilty lover it trailed across the high arch of her wheel fender down down down to almost across her mouth. all the time burning, like a volcano first his body tremored then a bellow 'enough!'
who knows what happened with carla. there was a gasp but then nothing more as he strode to the fender screaming the whole way, 'why!' screamed it over and over rubbing the fender with his dress shirt sleeve. he was ferocious rubbing slobbering cursing calling tearing leaping tearing at his chest taking one shoe beating the tire.
wherever she went she returned. she returned with two drinks. exhausted he big bellied to the ground. exhausted he took the highball glass and placed it at the summit of his stomach. exhausted he didn't move when carla sat beside him placed her arm about him. she leaned into the car her hair brushing the fender and finger print and as she turned towards him her hair performed a miracle. it moved and brushed against the gold pinstripe against the midnight blue paint and rubbed it clean.
he took her face and brought it towards him. they kissed, and as he felt the wet strands, her hair that she had dampened in the woman's room soaped with hand soap, he broke down and cried.
later that night after they had drove to oak meadows off foster road, after they had parked next to teenagers, after he took her in the back seat after she screamed kicked writhed and orgasm. naked after all this carla spoke 'shit, patty he can fucking screw!'
an love began to blossom in their laughter.