Bodega

He walked into the Bodega, a music venue and bar, on a Thursday night. A man sat on stage with his guitar playing music without meaning, he was just a part of the background. Jake sat down next to his friend, Dave, and ordered a beer. It arrived and he sipped lightly on it while and Dave chatted and joked. a woman on Daves other side interrupted to ask Dave a question and they began a conversation. Jake began to zone out, thinking about nothing, listening to the nothing music and to the hum of the conversation between the woman and Dave. He took a look at her. She was about 45, big frizzy hair, a tired face with too much make up, large plastic glasses and a large saggy body. Looking at her, Jake felt that she took up the whole room, sucked in the surrounding space for herself. She ignored his sizing up and he looked away, back to his warm beer. He took a drink and felt bored. He checked his watch, almost 12:30, he should be getting on.He got up to go the the bathroom, before saying goodbye and spent some time peeing, washing his hands, txting a friend.When he got back Dave was gone.

The woman sat alone in the now empty bar. He walked over to her to ask if she knew what happend with Dave but he stopped short when she turned suddenly and looked at him through her big glasses, her eyes sharp and intense. Jake felt an electric pulse go from her eyes through his body, straight down to his penis. "Let's got back to my place" she commanded. It wasn't a question. Jake nodded quickly, he had to have her.

Jake sweat in the still night air as he waited for the click of the door lock. She turned to him, "Let's fuck" she groaned enchantingly, pushing open the door. He followed her into the darkness.

He awoke at 4AM in her bed. Her breath was loud in her mouth as she slept next to him. His eyes widened as he realized where he was and what he'd done. He jumped up and forced his clothes on, running out of the room and into the night like a spooked cat. He ran all the way to his house and straight to the shower. His mind was exploding at his bodies vile actions. Why had he done that? Oh God, why?!

When he came out an our later, skin red and raw, he saw his brother waiting for him in the hall. Jake shuddered involuntarily. "Where have you been?" his brother grinned "Long night on the piss?". Jake shook his head "I had one beer. I just...I..." he struggled to explain but eventually it was peiced together. His brother eyes looked strange, not shocked but instead as if they recognized what Jake was feeling. "That's Melinda...I've been fucking her for 6 months, bro. I can't help it, every time I see her it's like I'm compelled. I think she's a witch, I really do." Jakes brother said softly, looking down.
They stood still, neither had any idea what to say. Both perplexed, Jake in his towel, his brother in pajamas. It was 6 AM.

Outside the birds sang as the flew in the morning air, the sun came up over the hills and in her bed Melinda chuckled deeply in her sleep.

The best way to believe in something completely is to know as little about it as possible.

'fundamentalism is the last step before enlightenment... because once you put your faith completely in something, and it inevitably falls, you will fall so hard that it will illuminate balance'

Seen on the street

I saw this sign in front of a cafe called The Lunch Box:

Cum and try our hot box! Yum yum!