Moineau Rouge III
And then it all began to fall apart. It was nearly three
in the morning. The red and blue lights outside the apartment seemed to be a
pretty bad sign. Ana sprinted forward, scared for her brother’s safety, but as
Matt caught up Antony was sitting on the curb with his head in his hands.
Jean had already showed up with Marie, and they were
speaking with the police. Marie walked over and hugged Ana. Her pretty blonde eyes
tired and washed with sorrows. “Molly had been shooting up in the bathroom. The
young girl overdosed.”
Ana ran over to her brother and through her arms around
him. His eyes were watering. The paramedic walked forward. “Antony, I’m sorry,
she didn’t make it. You’ll have to go with that officer to answer questions.”
Jean stepped forward, “I’ll go with the boy, he’s only
nineteen, officer.”
Jean and Antony got in the car and drove off. Mathieu
looked at Ana and Marie then at the ground. “Should we go up stairs out of the
cold? We’ll put some coffee on while we wait for them to get back.” The three
of them walked up stairs.
It was death consuming youth. That
itself is nothing new, but if only Mathieu knew back then. If only he saw that
this was the start of something terrible. However, can any of us say that in
that apartment, that much in love, with a beautiful woman, why think of the
future?
We all cling far to tightly to the
past. It slowly penetrates our reality redefining who we are. In each moment we
are dead, then reborn again. Each little second we are all dying and at that
moment, Molly was dead, and Mathieu could hardly be bothered.
He poured them all a cup of black
coffee. Marie smiled and looked in direction of the bathroom. The door was
still open. As the hot black coffee was drank time passed in silence. It seemed
that they had no words to express this untimely death. Finally Mathieu spoke, “I
suppose that she took our little idea too seriously, she died right now. And
did not live forever.”
Ana looked at him and finally spoke.
“Mathieu, you are right. She has proven our point, and her little sacrifice is
what we will remember. A beautiful young woman.”
Matt smiled, “I hope he at least got
laid before hand.”
Marie stared at them and smiled, “Most
users usually would shoot up before sex. Antony probably was waiting in his
room horny, confused, and ready for a decent lay.”
They all stared into their coffee
cups. Mathieu smiled, “Well that has to be a little traumatizing. At least I
have my dear Ana, and this bottle of wine.”
As the glasses were poured the three
sat in an awkward silence.
The same silence in this lonely café.
The same awkwardness that keeps me and Jean in quiet desperation.
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