Carnival of Lost Souls

Carnival of Lost Souls — page 3
A cigarette dangled precariously from Mildred’s lips A thick coat of rose lipstick clung to the filter Her right eye was clenched shut to avoid the upward flood of smoke rising from the bright cherry tip Mildred told Jack smoking was a disgusting habit but it was her one vice and overall one vice wasn’t too bad A ribbon of smoke curled in the air Jack pictured the Nile River and the way the water flowed northward not south like most rivers the muddy silt-filled river gushing upward against the sag and pull of the heavy earth trying to drag everything down He rested his head against the back of the seat and glanced over at Mildred her hair a football helmet of white curls Every once in a while she would leave a pink sponge roller in her hair way in the back where she couldn’t see it and he would have to fish it out while she screeched Get it out Get it out before someone sees Jack didn’t know what the big deal was It was just a hair roller it wasn’t like her fly was open but she was old fashioned always wearing dresses When he thought about it he was just thankful she didn’t have a fly She glanced over and motioned to his seat belt He dutifully put it on Well mister you’re lucky the principal owes me a favor This is your second suspension in two weeks One more and you get kicked out for good Mildred clicked her tongue and shook her head What were you thinking hitting your gym teacher in the fanny with a dodgeball That could seriously hurt a man He’s lucky he turned around when he did Jack said rolling down the window to let in some cool air Because I wasn’t aiming for his fanny