La Noche
Very short storie based on a song by the same title (Orquesta el macabeo.)
The night was hot and wet. Jake stood in the corner of a grafitti plastered abandon building, in the middle of what use to be a town, named after a river, that use to run through it, named after the stones, that use to lie in its bed. He use to be in love you see. Now he was wet and his tail curled into him to keep him warm as the rained soaked his fur so profusely that even the night heat did little protect him from its freezing embrace. There he waited as the music die down and the people begain to disperess from the club.
There in the puddle was her face. It wasn't weird to him that her face apeared to him there that night he could see little else. Well what was left of the night it was five now. "Oh god" Jake though to himself rembering a convenient lie he had repeated to himself so many times "I swore...I swore your meomory would be nothing else" . He loved his lie he cherished and most of all he believed in it. In his belief of his one great hope he had gone to the club he had frequinted so many times before.
Jake stepped into the club Cafe 103. It was a cafe streat number 103 . That streat was named after its destination a university. And in the club you could dance as the music played. So he attempted to dance. There amits feateher of green and red was danceing some girl not his girl ofcoarse although he swore he had seen the reflection of that cat in the glass at the entrance either way he had come to drink and dance away his pain. The music rumble in a familiar beat. One that all the song in it's stile shared. So with with his to meger left paw and the courage brought to him by his thir bear half dranken he cut in to dance with sea of waves of colored feathers. The see parted and he was rushed by it undulate tides,. it eddy of wirling green, it's waves of presteen blue. But as the musician took there rest the sea beached him near the bar.
His ears flopped down as he ordered his fourth drink. This time hewas sure his black cat could be seen across the mahogonie table. And in the darkenes her eyes showen beautiful as ever wicked hollow like watching stars through a saphire. "You seem skinyer than usual. So where is he? Wasn't he worth dropping me like a bad habbit for. I guess it all for the better I like a bit more to hold onto if you follow my meaning." Or so Jake would have told her if he could muter the srength to speak to her again.
In his past tence city. Jake sked to the core ealked o tje bus stop after all the first buss was do any minuet now.