Eyes wider than the sky, pupils
dilated to the full extent and fingers clenching tightly onto the receipt, she
stared at it so intensely that her eyes almost burned through.
“What is it, baby?” asked
Kangaroo Jack.
“We…” Unsure whether she should
just take the money or run, she hesitated. “It’s nothing, babydoll. Go back to
your hula-hoopin’.”
It wasn’t like Darla and Jack
were a supposed thing. They weren’t anything special. Just a lonely boy and a
lonely girl who got together and had fun. That was all. She folded the receipt
and placed it slowly and inconspicuously into her cleavage and retreated to the
bedroom - her mind exploding and imploding with endless possibilities of what
she could possibly do with all that glorious money.
She stepped into the room and
there he was. To her slight surprise, Jack was buck-naked and waiting in bed
for a little bit of southern sugar. Of course, he had teleported into the room,
vanquished away all his clothes and cast the echo of a vintage love-making song with his
signature sex spells.
“These are the consequences of
dating a magician,” she thought. “Great in bed, but they get to your head.”
“Did I show you my wand? It’s
limited edition and made entirely of only the best oak,” he grinned, eyes
glaring at Darla’s bosom.
And then he had noticed it.
“What’s that in your bra, dear?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Let’s have
sex.”
“Is it dirty? What is it?
FLARGENDARGENFLORF.”
Again – dating a magician does
have its downfalls. The receipt floated right into his hand, quickspeed – too
quick for Darla’s snapping hands.
“Ooh, lotto, mate. Did we get
anything?” he asked anticipating absolutely nothing – knowing the chances were
a quadrillion to nothing.
“Wanna play basketball naked? I
know you like that,” whispered Darla promiscuously, trying to seduce him into
distraction.
But he could always see through
her. He knew there was something up. And then he figured it out.
Gasping – “We… We won?”
“Or you could shove it up my-"
“SWEET MARY LORD OF JESUS
CHRISTCHURCH. Wait. You didn’t tell me.”
She wasn’t very good at relationships.
They never really lasted long for her. She had always ruined every little thing
she had with a man, and of course, here it was again. But it wasn’t a big deal.
It’s just one guy. Nothing more. She stepped out of the room, completely
ignoring Jack’s drooping eyebrows. She slowly and lightly kneeled on the living
room carpet and traced crop circles with her fingers. Jack sat, still naked, on
the side of the bed, staring at the small piece of paper.
He muttered a spell, and right at
that moment, Darla was hit with a frenzy of memories. Splintered remains of
what they had, all the things she left unnoticed, were striking her – the sweet
refrains, the reasonless running, the steaks wrapped up into bouquets, the midnight
wonders, the magic love tricks, the large straw hat for two, the daisy diary,
the dreams, the lavenders he placed one by one along her ditsy, frayed braid.
Memories scattered across the carpet, memories made in wine, memories setting
like dust on old bookshelves, memories from nowhere and yet from every being of
her. He had brought them all up to the surface and she took them all in. She
ran to the bedroom door, an inkling of a tear forming at the crevice of the
corner of her eye.
“Ja-“
He was gone. Just… gone. The heartbreak of dating a
magician. The horrible outcome of falling in love with a magician. The torture
of falling in love without even knowing it. In her soft, trickling gown, she
stood motionless and stuck-still at the door. He was gone, and yet, his
memories – their memories - had been
burned into her mind, and they were laid everywhere, setting like dust,
shattered and spread out like pieces of a broken mirror, like nothingness
condensed.
And then she remembered the money.
“THAT RAT-BASTARD-“
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