“I take it that means I can see you again?”
She asked, mostly to herself as the male was already out of earshot. For a tall person, he moved pretty quickly. Looking on for a moment longer as he walked away, she decided to follow suit and return to her own home in the opposite direction.
She did not see him again,in fact. She visited the park a couple of times after that in the hopes that he would have been there but after no luck,the dark skinned girl figured that her conversation with the Santa Carla native would have been nothing else but a fleeting memory,one that was soonest stored somewhere in her mind as she decided to finally, after months of staying in a new environment go elsewhere other than the park. As it was late in the evening, however when she came to that decision and being in a small town and all, Cora could only think about one place that she hadn’t gone to. ….
The Boardwalk was indeed the heart of the town as she heard from the locals around, the area attacking all her senses the moment she arrived at the entrance. The flashing,neon lights that came from nearby stores ,the calls of vendors beckoning you to step inside and see what they had that you needed along with the screams of the passengers that rode the roller coaster just ahead and the air, a mixture of foods from concessions stands, cigarettes, weed and the ocean; all doing their part in letting Cora feel right at home and wondering why was it exactly that she hadn’t visited this place sooner. It was nothing different than what she was accustomed to in the city, but call it a “small town charm” or whatever, there was something just alluring about this place. Hell, even the cool breeze that blew through her hair felt just right!
Indeed, Dwayne’s conversation with her a week ago was a distant memory by now, even his warning to her before her left that night. A warning that would have done Cora well to remember as while mindlessly walking around, deciding which ride it was she wanted to try first had subconsciously brushed shoulders with a Surfer Nazi walking in the opposite direction who in spite of barely being touched ,seemed to more offended
Dwayne turned the corner when he overheard someone, a man, threatening someone.
“I know you didn’t just bump into me and not apologize!”
Whatever. There were plenty of idiots in town who acted entitled for simply breathing. As Dwayne was prepared to keep on walking, however, he picked up a familiar scent. The one that reminded him of the tropic, a mix of floral and fruits.
Dwayne moved closer to where he heard the voice and that was where he spotted a stupid punk Surf Nazi and the girl he spoke to last week.
So much for heeding his advice. What the hell? He might as well have talked to a brick wall when he told her not to come here.
But alarms rang for Dwayne. The Surf Nazi didn’t look anything out of ordinary (they all looked stupid and dimwitted to him), but his scent was powerful, like that of a rotting corpse. His heartbeat was also slow, much too slow for a normal mortal’s, yet he moved about as if he were perfectly fine.
Something was way wrong with this fool.
