Bob,'On a splendiferous morning,A forlorn stare emerged from her down turned eyes towards me as we were lying over the meadows of our lost, and gone dreams.It seemed,her eyes were deceiving me again, but not the way, they used to. Her dilating pupils gave me shivers down my spine,and I had this estranged, and peculiar thought.What would I do without her?; in the same moment, I was all drowned into her eyes., and yet, couldn't comprehend what they were really trying to convey. Words would've worked well compared to those glares, but they were beautiful in their own ways. My eyes petrified, heart pounding instantaneously; wind trying to distract me, and she turned her head, hiding those eyes; preparing them to kill me again'

Jessica,'What are you thinking?If it's about smoking,I'm gonna kill you for real'

Bob,'No,It's just,I am curious about the things which relish you'.

Jessica chuckles,'Nothing relishes me,except lying eerily under a sky illuminated by aurora in an arctic region'.

Bob,'Now,that's something,but if that's what relishes you,then why is it eerie'

Jessica,'Desires are always like this way: anomalous'.

Shimz,'Not a single word, he spoke since the funeral.Inscrutable, that's what he was becoming'.

Shimz opens the rusty gate,and strides through the brick made pavement in the middle of the lawn.The gate is aligned with the hedges from both sides making a boundary.The house is enclosed by a deck skirting.He places his hand on the railing around the steps, and trudges up, towards the bright red door.Picks out the keys, and opens the door, letting the little finger like rays of light to enter the house, which reflected to his body; projecting his shadow on the floor.He enters, and finds Chris sitting on the sofa with his hands curled into each other, propping his chin. Shimz walks past the kitchen and throws the keys on the counter; leans on the wall.

Shimz,'How's the head?'

Chris,'It's....You know what? I've been experimenting this aspect of human nature that's just so hard to manage'

Shimz,'What aspect are you talking about?'

Chris,'The sphere, the psycho sphere.I thought, there may be a way to control your conscience, but I guess, I've been wrong for decades. I try so hard, to escape from these emotions, and try to keep calm when, I'm angry, but every time , I just can't, my backbone bends, and there, I am.The fragile human'.

Shimz stares towards the floor, a pin drop silence.

Chris,'So, who's the man?'

Shimz looks up,'Who?'

Chris scratches his head,'You know'..

Shimz,'The truck driver?.What about him?.

Chris,'Where's he from?'.

Shimz,'Hey,man.What are you talking about?, look into my eyes when I'm talking to you, what are you up to.?'.

Chris,'I'm gonna kill him.That's what, I'm gonna do, brother'.

Shimz,'So, you want to be the bear with the sore head,huh..just tell me one thing, should I worry?'.

Chris stands up, confronting Shimz,'Oh, big time, if you care'.

Shimz runs towards him;grabs him by the collar,'What do you mean by, "if you care"?'.

Chris gives this vacant stare, and Shimz releases his grip off his pea coat's collar; wiping the dust off it, he walks away. Chris picks a glass from the kitchen's counter, and throws it like a baseball towards the wall; turning it into shards.

Bob picks himself up of the grass, and gives Jessica a helping hand, she clutches it, and lifts herself up while swaying her wavy hairs in the cold breeze.Bob comes closer, and lip locks his, and her lips into a sensation, which overwhelmed both of them; Bob staring right into her's ocean like eyes, while her eyes searching a dead end into the impenetrable murky eyes of him.

Bob's room gave a sense of loneliness ,and then there was none.The door opens, and two people bolt through it, shutting the door behind them.Jessica throws bob on the bed, unclothing herself in front of him while he lays down peacefully, staring impatiently at her.Jessica proceeds and hovers over his body, and kisses him on the neck while he grabs her by the waist, and rolls on top of her, kissing her forehead, and nose.She unties his belt, and he drops off his pants. Rays penetrating from the window, flickering their naked bodies with gleams, their faces, and edges shinning like diamonds.Bob makes his way towards her,leaning all over her body,and she could feel him deep under her skin;Jessica moans as hard she can while feeling bob's pumping heart on her chest, and the warm breath on her neck.The pain at first was now transforming into tides of pleasure.

Clein in trepidancy, 'Ah....God!', Shit!,Shit!,Shit!'

His nose started to bleed. He drops the plastic bottle, and his handkerchief on the floor, running towards the bathroom, washing his face repeatedly, but the the floor still kept spinning; a headache with a magnitude of lightning piercing through his head as if his head has become a circuit with no switch off buttons. His body touching the ceiling, and then falling to the ground in instants. Finally, he was on the ground, and everything started to become right, his jacket which was flying a few minutes ago was on the couch, resting. Finally, the floor was tired of all dancing, and fooling around.Backing again to normal.All of a sudden, It all felt wrong, and a moment of clarity prevailed the room.He picked up the bottle of ether, and threw it out of his apartments window, and looked down from the edge, waiting for the bottle to hit the ground, but it didn't; instead, it started floating in the thin air, and he knew drugs made a fool out of him, again.

Chris ambles into the police station

Sergeant Jensen,'Mr.Chris, how are you'

Chris approaches his table,'Fine as usual'

Sergeant Jensen,'So, what could I do for you, is everything alright?'

Chris,'Any news about Aaric?, the Ohio man'.

Sergeant Jensen,'Yep, We've got the man in a CCTV footage on one of these stores on the highway, the owner said he came to the store walking, no vehicle.Then he asked for a ride from a passing by truck, and towards the West, they set off.'

Chris,'West,it means, he's heading back to Ohio'.

Sergeant Jensen,'There's this big ice factory up in Akron,Ohio,named Shuckleberries, the truck was one of theirs,I guess it was distributing the product all along Wisconsin, a free ticket to home.the truck's gonna halt at the factory for loading, and our man will separate his ways from there.His home is not that far from there. We've apprised the police up there, so they're gonna be alert.

Chris,'Thanks, man.Just wanted to know'.

Sergeant Jensen,'I know, don't you worry, we will catch this son of a bitch, soon enough.Do you want some coffee?'

Chris,'Yeah,sure'

Chris glances on Sergeant Jensen's table, and a passport size photo catches his eye.He lowers himself, and tilts it over, at the back, he founds a name written as"Aaric Dacian".He looks up, and taking the advantage of the solitude, he picks up the photo;leaves the station.