Friday, September 6, 2013

Empty Kitchens

I got out of the lukewarm shower, left the water running. I had to drown out the sound of when Lola slammed the door. The sound when she left.

I walked out of the bathroom naked. The water dripped off me slowly. Even on my cheap carpet, those drops wouldn’t stain. Maybe Malcolm’s kitchen floor wouldn’t stain either. So long as his blood didn’t soak into the hardwood.

I stepped into my kitchen, opened the fridge door. Nothing there. Lola always did the shopping. I left the door open; at least the chill was a feeling. I had nothing else, not even clean dishes. I could tell by the pile in the sink.

I opened every cabinet but there wasn’t any booze left.

Back to the bathroom – not even aspirin, just toothpaste. The drawer under the sink – an unfinished bottle of cough syrup. Maybe there was alcohol in it. No need to read the label, I had nothing to lose. I threw back the remains of the thick syrup and gave it a couple of minutes, but it didn’t do anything.

I needed something to take the edge off before the cops showed up. They’d be here already if someone had seen me at Malcolm’s. But it was the only time I’d gone there – mostly we argued over the phone. For now I was just another one of his tenants, until the cops looked into who was behind on the rent.

Maybe the cops hadn’t found Malcolm yet. And when they did, there might be other suspects. Malcolm sure knew how to piss a man off.

He was always a dick, always looking for an excuse to evict me. After awhile, I was just looking for an excuse to kill him. I told him he should let me pay the rent late. He told me I was already too late. Told me at the top of his lungs. Almost as loud as when Lola slammed the door.

The sound when Malcolm fell was nothing. I didn’t hear anything when I shot him, either. He just dropped. I just ran.

Lola was gone and she wouldn’t come back. She’d never miss me like I missed her, she didn’t leave just because I blew the money. I could win all the money in the world and she wouldn’t come back now. Nothing big ever happens because of one thing.