Rendezvous II
Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 2
Hairy
SomeNoWhere: A rap on the door.
“Who is it?”
“Dave.”
“Dave’s not here.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“Yeah.”
“How do you know?”
“I’m Dave.”
“Dave’s not here.”
“Who?”
“First base.”
<Are you ready?>
“Ready?”
<Looking like we might need you soon.>
“Shit!”
<No ... replacement.>
“Huh?”
<Shit is rebirth.>
“Like potty training?”
<And learning to crawl, walk, ride a bicycle, drive a car, speak coherent sentences.>
“Starting from scratch?”
<We might need you to take over from an accident.>
“Might?”
<Yeah ... She needs to love him first.>
“I guess.”
<Lookit ... We’re going to play it through for you.>
So ... they did.
“She went to the cops?”
<Yeah.>
“Because he Looked?”
<Crazy ain’t it.>
“Got to admit ... she’s a looker.”
<That too.>
“He died?”
<Wanna take his place?>
“We talking ... Revenge?”
<Well ... yeah.>
“What is she?”
<Barely 19>
“He was?”
<Twenty six.>
“Man ... that’s a bad day.”
<We wouldn’t ask ... but this came up.>
“Just tell me one thing.”
<Karma>
“Fate?”
<Naw ... Fate is a good thing.>
“True ... Karma kicks ass.”
So ... The ... Beep ... Beep ... Beep stopped. The pen slowly traced out the end of one life ... the nurses ... the doctors ... pronounced.
“Time?”
“11:22.”
“Is he a donor?”
“No.”
People were already packing up the paraphernalia that had to go to the cleaners. Nurses were bundling and bagging the towels and cloths.
“Clean him up,”
“Bag him.”
“Tag him.”
“Transport him.”
Transport was called ... they were still processing ... the transporter had to wait.