Jina's eyes darted around her. She was flat on the ground. The man was gone.
She stood up and checked the pockets of her little corduroy coat. Nothing was gone. She was still holding the silver charm.
Jina sat down again, cross legged and hunched over. (more)She would've liked to cry, and even thought she felt tears threatening, but the only thing that slid down her face was dust and a pine needle.
The sun was higher and harsher when her cramped legs finally forced her up. She rubbed her face now and again as she walked along the edge of the trees, like trying to clear away the silken strings of an unseen spiderweb.
She had her hand over her eyes, rubbing at the dust she was kicking up and what she thought she had dreamed in the woods, when something hard and inflexible rammed into her gut. She felt herself stumble sideways, and looked up at the sky for the second time today from the dusty, prickly ground.
Johnny was above her, brows knitted once more in concern.
"Jesus Christ Jina, where did you go? I've been looking for you. Are you ok?"
She grabbed his shoulder to hoist herself up. She saw what had barreled into her - the metal handlebar of Johnny's bike, bare of the usual rubber sleeve. She lifted her shirt before she answered, to see if there was a bruise visibly spreading across her belly. It felt like there should have been one, but it was only red.
"I'm sorry," Johnny reached out as if to trace the red shadow of the handlebar, but instead his hand just hung in midair. His voice became harsh. "What were you doing out here?"
Jina looked away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He growled.(less)
I hadn't been there for awhile
but releasing the fear, I rode
thick plastic strings, whipped
nipping at my thighs, pumping
tires churning along the dusty road
hot summer sun burning above
rounding the bend I froze
the house sat stately, just a few hundred yards
she sat up there
rocking that old creaky chair
shotgun to the chin, bang
and alive no more