10-29-2020, 08:44 PM
Detective Dempsey opens the door for the worn-looking Orville, who makes his way from
the back seat with moderate difficulty. He slams the door shut and hurries around the car
to the driver side. Orville stands in the alley, just behind his own vehicle, as the detective
opens the driver's door of the now very dirty police car.
"Are you forgetting something?" asks Orville, who motions to his still cuffed hands.
Johnny stops, reaches into his pocket, finds the keys and tosses them into the air in Orville's
direction. They hit him in the chest and bounce to the ground as Johnny slides behind the wheel.
"How does this help?" yelled the incensed Shotsworth.
Johnny revs the engine. "Figure it out!" he says through the window as he whips from the alley.
Delia is now sitting up in bed, composed but still wrecked inside. Dread coated her thoughts like
a thick, sticky molasses. This was quite the predicament she'd gotten herself into. Her spiral of
worry broken by the loud knock at her door. Who could it be? She knew who she needed it to be.
Johnny was almost out of his body. Standing there, clutching at distant hope, he was in for the
long-shot. The dark horse destined to lose. He fought tooth and nail to keep hold of every last
ounce of positivity that he could. Raising his arm for a second knock, it was heavy, almost too
heavy to lift. He barely managed.
"Delia? You in there?" he called, in an obviously tortured voice.
Seconds passed. His heart sank. Everything in him felt broken. A building static began buzzing in
his ears. Was he about to faint, or die? And then, every dream he'd ever had came true. The door
pulled open and there she stood. The rest of his life, in a warm blue bath robe. He didn't know if
this was real. His eyes met hers, tears ran down Delia's face as she collapsed into his arms.
That embrace. So life-affirming, yet still ethereal enough to be completely intoxicating. They pulled away
from one another only long enough for Johnny to press his lips against hers. The world could have ended
at that moment and it wouldn't have mattered. Planets colliding, stars being born, nothing could dare
rival this act of Creation. It was something eternally Sacred coming into being.
It was Destiny.
the back seat with moderate difficulty. He slams the door shut and hurries around the car
to the driver side. Orville stands in the alley, just behind his own vehicle, as the detective
opens the driver's door of the now very dirty police car.
"Are you forgetting something?" asks Orville, who motions to his still cuffed hands.
Johnny stops, reaches into his pocket, finds the keys and tosses them into the air in Orville's
direction. They hit him in the chest and bounce to the ground as Johnny slides behind the wheel.
"How does this help?" yelled the incensed Shotsworth.
Johnny revs the engine. "Figure it out!" he says through the window as he whips from the alley.
Delia is now sitting up in bed, composed but still wrecked inside. Dread coated her thoughts like
a thick, sticky molasses. This was quite the predicament she'd gotten herself into. Her spiral of
worry broken by the loud knock at her door. Who could it be? She knew who she needed it to be.
Johnny was almost out of his body. Standing there, clutching at distant hope, he was in for the
long-shot. The dark horse destined to lose. He fought tooth and nail to keep hold of every last
ounce of positivity that he could. Raising his arm for a second knock, it was heavy, almost too
heavy to lift. He barely managed.
"Delia? You in there?" he called, in an obviously tortured voice.
Seconds passed. His heart sank. Everything in him felt broken. A building static began buzzing in
his ears. Was he about to faint, or die? And then, every dream he'd ever had came true. The door
pulled open and there she stood. The rest of his life, in a warm blue bath robe. He didn't know if
this was real. His eyes met hers, tears ran down Delia's face as she collapsed into his arms.
That embrace. So life-affirming, yet still ethereal enough to be completely intoxicating. They pulled away
from one another only long enough for Johnny to press his lips against hers. The world could have ended
at that moment and it wouldn't have mattered. Planets colliding, stars being born, nothing could dare
rival this act of Creation. It was something eternally Sacred coming into being.
It was Destiny.
