towards his old truck. I climbed into his cabin with Polly’s screaming in
my ear “Noooo Enid, please stop!”
As I settled myself down on his leather seat I noticed that he had some
bottles of beer waiting for us. A couple of drops into his bottle whilst his
attention was diverted and that would be the end of the customer at table
no.8.
I banished an emotional Polly to the furthest corner of my mind and
sank into his embrace.
Afterwards the air inside the cab was stuffy and smelt strongly of
sweat. In the darkness of his cab I climbed over his cold and lifeless body
to reach for the door handle.
“Enid what have you done?” Polly whimpered in my ear.
“You will need to deal with body”
“ENID!” screamed Polly in a tearful rage.
“Polly deal with it!” anger coursed through my veins.
Wearily I entered the diner. After locking the door I slid into the leather
booth of table no.8 and put my head on the table. He was gone but I could
smell him on my skin.
Polly should be grateful. She didn’t have to worry anymore. I closed
my eyes as Enid.