Monday, September 12, 2005

Crook'd

"I'm sorry son but that's an illegal process there."

The boy looks away. Back to cop. Chewing something in his mouth, an unsmiling one, big aviators gaze Darth Vader at the 'son'.

"Sir it was crawling on the floor. I felt I had to crush it. But I didn't."

"Son are you sayin," the cop spitting and scorching, "you was framed? Hah! Roger Rabbit?"

The boy rubbed his head with his palm, turning to the side and squinting his eyes shut, as if pained by the question marks. This cop seemed devilish, unreal even. How had he appeared at this particular moment? Still chewing and spitting.

Cop glared. "Well?" But what question did that refer to? Thoroughly confused.

"I was just thinking..." the boy stammered, but not directed towards the cop. It was more like a child in the kitchen confronted by his mom, a line that could mean every bit of nothing you could want.

The cop didn't buy it. "Now you can't just go steppin, as you say," putting big quotating marks around the word 'steppin', "wherever you damn please. You are aware of the recent legislation?"

I hate statements posed as questions. The boy pointed his eyes into the black veiled ones of the cop for the first time, he was confused again.

"Ok." The boy started, looking sincere now but obviously still not understanding. "Well you can't arrest me here anyway."

At this the cop jumped up and down stamping his feet. He threw his hat on the ground. He stamped on it. He jumped like a cartoon monkey hands up and down and all. He stopped, ripped the glasses from his face and shoved his nose right into the nose of the boy. Two noses stuck into each other.

"And why not?" In slow drawn out overly dramatic words.

"Because this is Mexico." The boy grinned back. He stepped back, and in mockery of the stomping cop, he danced around in a circle. He hooted like an Indian and slapped his own ass.

The cop stood, vexed, and apparently trying to hold back his sudden amusement at the sight of the dancing hooter. But his amusement did not last. Nor did his vexation. A knife flares out towards the boy, straight to the stomach. No more hooting. Twisted, shoved in again, and pulled out. Cop grins maliciously as boy looks up at cop with terrorized face, hands gesturing in disbelief towards the wound. Like Caesar in a movie about Brutus.

"You're right" said the cop.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

yes

5:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

other

5:13 PM  

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