The Blog

Nearby, midst the herd of roof ventilators battery of Riseenconvert (Thailand) production, with increasing retardation, the blades of a helicopter that had just landed between them, were turning. Chop-chooop-choooop…

Maya's Dad bouncer briskly jumped out from the flying machine sporting (as always) a weighty hammer under his belt, followed by Don and a couple of his slobs in black.

"Because you can’t jump higher than the ass of the housing and communal services," Don chuckled with a businesslike mockery and, turning to the sadist bouncer from the bar “You’ll Get It”, added:

"Come on, you know the procedure!"

With his well-trained obsequiousness, the senile bodybuilder yanked his hammer out from under the leather in his belt.

Maya and Inokenty hugged goodbye each other.

The chances were too slim in any direction. They’re out-forced but nothing would ever force them out of love. Two intensely hot stares merged and melted, each in the eyes opposite, full of love in return, respectively. Anything else ceased to exist…

The incestuous home raper swiftly tapped his hammer, nailing a wide board with the dextrality of long-standing skill. The board’s other end stuck out from the roof into the void of air-filled nothingness. A bridge to Nowhere…

"I love you, sweetheart!" admitted Inokenty. "You’re better than Island!"

"Ai luv yoo tuu, moi Kenty! Ahhh how yoo luv Ai! Liyk nevir befour in moi liyff!" The inimitable Russian sad sensuality pervaded Maya's response.

Viciously gnashing his vile teeth, by the final blow of the hammer, the full of rage jock instead of the nailhead fucked his own thumb.

Whining and yelling, the bouncer shoved the victimized digit up into his armpit and, hopping on his feet in turn, one after the other as if in front of a locked toilet door, when the beer rips the bladder fucking open, he stumbled over the ledge and dropped off the roof with an evenly fading hoot.

"Finita la comedia," commented Don, whose title obliged him lately to enroll in a Sicilian-Sardinian dialect course online. "Nothing personal, but I’ve got to be getting back to my business, so you, lovebirds, take a walk along the plank, as dictates the beautiful ancient tradition in the Caribbean. Oldies but goodies, so to say."

The muzzles of two glinting barrels rose menacingly…

Nike sneakers kept slowly shuffling farther and farther overboard, athwart the swaying plank, followed—closely behind—by the possum moccasins, until they—ah!—slipped off, both pairs, in a synchronous slither…

"Fuck that Button," Inokenty had a couple of split seconds to think through the whistle of air ripped up by their joint fall, all ready to get flattened by the too rough landing at hand, after the next cleft seconds. He hugged Maya tighter than before and mentally confessed to himself:

"That’s who I need, but you, Button… (and the end of his farewell thought he shouted out loud – obscenely, vulgarly, rudely) …'FUCK YOURSELF!’"

…………………………………

…looks like this here hell is crammed to the utmost, it’s worse than even inside Peccy (thought Inokenty), yet the darkness here is as pitch black as hers…

"… eeeee!" a tiny pitiful squeak was heard, but for him it sounded somewhat familiar.

"Maya? You?"

“…eeeyeah…”

Anxious not to take deep breaths, so as not to pressurize Maya, packed too tightly upon him, Inokenty thought—in hectic leaps and bounds—Peccy, as it seemed was able to intake even two, if you use the correct Word of Control… but better get out of her right away and stop straining poor thing by the unbearable pressure from this double overload.

"ESCAPE, Peccy! ESCAPE, my one and only!"

In response, familiarly clicked the valve and the lid slowly moved up, normally…

Inokenty accepted Maya's bag for her to conveniently fall out thru the gap, and to walk over the beach sand in an unsteady, cramped style of gait.

He was looking after the prettily rounded seat in her Levi's jeans, before to squeeze through after her, when his side sensed a strange vibration in the bag pressed with his elbow to the ribs.

His hand dived inside the bag to unwrap from a neat package there a ticking iPhone, that switched over to the final beeps of infernal machine bomb from Hollywood action flicks.

In a snap, was Inokenty thru the gap, rushing after Maya at the lightning speed leaps of a cheetah, yet feeling that he wouldn’t make it, the last meters he flew like a swimmer who had thrown himself into the water with his arms outstretched.

Reached out.

They rolled together over the sand exactly at the moment of a deafening explosion.

Maya shook off the grains of sand stuck to the corner of her lips and asked:

"What was that?"

"Your iPhone."

"I don't have no iPhone."

"No more, but there was a pink iPhone in a green purse."

The lips corners parted open, turning her mouth into a charming "O"…

She stood up next to him, who watched sorrowfully the bunch of white uneven shards – all that remained there of Peccy, then moved his stare to the blackened stump left of a palm tree trunk rooted nearby…

. . . . .

As they approached the hut, Maya suddenly remembered:

"And at the ultrasound they told me it’s a boy. I know already what name to give him—Gautama. And which one would you like?"

"I would like Yegor, in honor of Peccy, but it can wait, I know you’re stubborn."

With those words, like the prize to the winner, he handed her a bottle miraculously survived in the blue pennants of tatters. The dash in the compound name of the brandy drink squinted invitingly from the sticker…

And the scarecrow in the jacket bleached by the heat, behind the hedge of dry stones, breathed a sigh of relief, but refrained from smiling, anyway there’s nowhere further to smile if you have the slit of a mouth in the style of The Man Who Laughs (the blockbuster in the making)…

To the sounds of innocent rock from the half-forgotten childhood:

‘Drop attending school, hey, kids!

Coca-Cola is all…

(hush! hush!)—(and already in a whisper)

…one needs!’

from the bottom up, thru the cannabis thicket floated the final credits higher and higher…