LA Song
Things were quiet, always quiet in Escape. As her wedding day grew nearer, and time grew shorter, Stacy wondered if her marriage was, indeed, a farce.
She shivered at the notion, tucking her jacket around her waist. How could nights be so cold in the desert?
Everything in the room took on a bluish hue; unlucky humors plaguing the air.
Her universe had become so orderly; neat and tasteful hurricane lamps, strands of pearls; an antique doll, sitting limply on the edge of a vanity.
A rattle at her door.
She grunted; it was just Jeulie's kids playing another prank. She had the right mind to call Coffee on them. But she fell back with a against the door and pulled it open.
"It's three in the morning and I..." Stacy's jaw dropped.
Sweet shit. It was Shannon.
"What the hell are you doing here?! Where have you been?!"
Shannon breezed right by Stacy, "I told you, in the desert?"
"Why are you back?!"
"Because, my desert rose," Said Shannon suavely, "I'm here to claim you."
When a fist connected to Shannon's jaw, she realized that this was not the same, sweet Stacy she had left back on the farm. And when her head hit the dresser, sending her into the merciful blackness of unconsciousness, she admitted to herself that her little rose had quite the aim...