Henry watched the city . It undulates and flows. The people in the streets seem to be caught in their wake drive, defenseless on the waves that play with them as children with shell pieces.
Was that always been the case, has sharpened his eyes, or detects the lack of will of the masses only because he stands apart. Off of what we call normal. For that it has become clear, he is no longer the man he is still yesterday. He is different, how different, he must find out more.
His steps led him to peripheral areas, in which he has hitherto never been before. Funny how helpless you move into unfamiliar territory. It smells musty, rotten to refuse and wishes.
The road is narrow and touches his shoulder, the red brick wall of a derelict factory building, which limits the side street. It exudes vitality moist, like a brackish pond on the edge of an ancient peat bog. And Henry feels dull from the observed some broken windows. He stops and listens, now everything seems to be tight with him and listen to him. He turns his head and stares down the alley, through which he came, and the sparse shrubs and rock plants, slept in the winter gloom seem to gaze with him.
is Around the next corner and Henry in front of the weathered facade of a two-story house in whose cellar is obviously a pub. , Herbs' stands on a dented tin plate, the creak of a rusty iron bar above the entrance and below laconically: Food - Beverages - sleeping. Eight levels of concrete stairs that lead down to a scarred wooden door at the knob a hand-written, open 'sign hanging. Without thinking, Henry enters the dimly lit dining room.
"Beer?"
It takes a few seconds, until his eyes have become accustomed to the dim light and he registered the man who fixes it on the counter of time. His hair is greasy and long. Receding hairline and wrinkles in the corners.
Henry sits on a bar stool and throws a twenty on the wet counter. The host is a stale beer before him.
The store is almost empty. Only two young guys with leather jackets and biker boots to play pool on a threadbare pool table and watch him - the stranger - from the corner of his eye.
Henry tipped his beer on Ex and proposes the glass rattling on the counter, so he has the full attention of those present. "I 'm looking for a man who describes himself as a wanderer. "
" Never heard of. "If the short answer, but Henry noticed the driving term views to the front door and digs deeper. "About 1.80 m tall, black hair, light skin, a prominent pointed nose, strikingly white teeth. And he has a small brown dog with him, which he called Chester. I have to find it again. "
A rumble lets him drive around. One of the boys picks up his cue and began meticulously the tip of the stick einzukreiden.
When Henry turns back, stands in the doorway between the bar and the cloakroom girl. Pink pajamas. Long blonde hair. Tired eyes. Dirty Puddles in the middle sand-colored skin.
The girl goes to the bar around until it is very close to him. A ragged teddy bear in her arms, it goes past the fingertips of his right hand, which is loosely on his thigh. Very carefully, it goes to the seams in the brown leather.
"Hey Kiki, get out! Los disappear in your room. "The landlord clenches his fist and pointed his thumb at the open door from which the girl has come.
. I'm sorry, "it says to Henry, then touched the button with which the glove is buttoned at the wrists, and barely audible." Do not be sad, "turns and disappears.
Henry staring at the closed door and listens, "I want to rent a room" to say. He looks to the host "for a few days, maybe longer."
His hands slide through her hair. But every time he wants to touch it, it seems farther away from him. Panic rising in his throat and he swallows, in order not to have come to the surface.
shell noise and lulling sounds hug him and wear him down deeper and deeper. He opens his eyes and turns, winds in resistant tiles. Digs his hands into the inconceivable. Calls for it, again and again. Entangled in fibrous grasses, the wrap around his wrists until he is unable to move are on the ground.
damped and quiet her voice penetrates through to him. "If you love me, you'll find me."
Henry gasps. His T-shirt clings to his upper body and it takes a few seconds before it registers where it is located.
It is pitch dark in the guest room, not even a small glimmer of lantern light falls into it from the street through the open window. He turns on the bedside lamp and a pressed themselves audible breath from his lungs.
The girl from the pub sits on the edge of the bed, staring at him. No, actually, they only see his way, because their eyes are expressionless and her pupils dilated unnatural.
What is her name been? "Kiki?" He gently touched her arm. Your muscles are tense. On her neck stand out the tendons. She opens her mouth. Cumulus clouds break away from her lips, and since Henry first noticed that it's freezing cold in the room.
The girl just sits there. A single tear runs down her cheek, leaving a brilliant strip. Henry breathes heavily. Unable to move, he looks fascinated by the woman's face on the child's body. Eyes are so deep blue as the sky over the Atlantic, just before sunset, which seem to be as old at the time.
He raises his arm, Slowly, and with his finger tip moves to the damp track on her cheek, pulls them back, when he noticed that she began to shiver.
"She's scared." She whispers, and new clouds mountains breathed into the room. Narrow your body begins to tremble and her eyes return to reality. With angstgeweiteten eyes she falls forward and sobbed in Henry's neck flexion.
Reluctantly, he concludes his arms around her waist and holds it for minutes. The palms turned outward. Then he lifts her up and just decided with her to her room, down the hall.
He covers her and stroking her on the forehead, once it begins tremble and he clenches his fists to his hands, staring at his frosty ankle. When will finally disappear cold.
Henry pushes his plate aside. He is queasy in the stomach and his eyes are in a dark cave.
"You must eat!" Kiki shows reproachfully at his breakfast, he has hardly touched, and put his hands into the narrow hips. She wears a white apron over faded jeans and a blue sweater.
Henry leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette. "And you, you do not have to go to school?" He blows the smoke through the nose.
"Not during the holidays." She sits in front of the chair. "If you do not stop to smoke, die du"
"Yes, sure." A ray of sunlight falls through the window in Henry's face and he screws up his eyes in order to identify the girl. entangled "There are already people died because they have not stopped talking." Kiki
his arms over his chest and sees him defiantly in the face.
"Have you done the breakfast?" Asks Henry and throws the cigarette into his coffee cup, even though an ashtray right next to it.
"Yes. Herb is still asleep and have to do it. "
" Herb is your father? "
"But you are quite curious." Kiki suggests the legs passes, her apron, and smooth down his face while a moment out of sight. "You've yesterday asked for the hikers," she takes a break and watch his reaction. Henry blinked once, but no sign of warping. "What do you want from him?"
"I am looking for answers. And you ask too many questions for a small child. "
screeches her back her chair, gets up from her place pretentious and throws with a trained head movement, her blond hair over her shoulders. With her head held high she cleans up his dishes.
"Herb is my uncle. And I am 12 next month, "she remarked, almost in passing, before it disappears with graceful steps in the kitchen.
Henry lit another cigarette and looks out the window. It has become darker, the sky is covered with snow clouds.
enters from the kitchen utensils clatter and radio music. Henry wanted to ask the girls after last night, but they seemed not to remember. Cupboard doors slam and a short time later Kiki appears, dressed in hat, gloves and winter jacket in the house. It works in the thick stuff still fragile and the fresh eyes are in striking contrast to its desert skin.
"I know who you help may. "She puts on her gloves, looking at Henry's hands, which he loosely based on the table and put the back in the old brown leather.
"And who is this?"
"Elena. And now come at last, I'm already late. "Kiki takes a basket from the counter and goes outside.
They probably will make only important, but if not? He took his coat and follows her.
© Simone wedge
2009 Read more -> Dreamcatcher - Four
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