Comptine D'un Autre Ete-L'apres

(Intermission)
Sitting by my window
Listen
As the slice of music
Cuts into me.
And you cross my mind.

Big Shoe, Small Shoe

(Continuation of Brik-A-Brak)

Officer Nip sat at his desk. The investigation found the girl's purse on the roof of the Bonn's Bagel Factory. And it laid there on his desk in a plastic bag. It had been opened and her ID cards were placed in separate smaller bags.

Mona Mingh. 23 years old. Brown eyes. Black hair. Organ donor.

Nip wondered what she was thinking as she fell to the hard concrete street. Did she scream? Did she land with a hard thump, crack, or maybe thud? Did she feel the icy, cold hands of gravity grip her slender waist and slam her mortal body against its chest? He liked to imagine her falling slowly...like a curly lock of hair shorn off at the barber shop..lightly floating to the ground but then swept away.

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Froggie walked into the police station with sweaty palms. He tried to visualize this as another acting audition. Be the boyfriend who loved his girlfriend. Be the guy who breaks down when he realizes his love is gone. Be the man that Mona deserved.

Dammit. No, not that last one, man. She was a bitch, remember?

Froggie wished he could cut out his conscience with a knife and tuck it away in his pocket just for awhile until he was able to leave this cold police station.

"Hi, I'm here to talk to the police. They said something happened to my girl."

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Nip looked at the 5'6 guy who sat in the chair before him. This guy was with that girl? Ok, whatever.

He explained how Mona had died (at least what they thought at that point in time. She was still awaiting an autopsy).

Froggie kept his eyes blank.

"Was Mona under any pressure? Was she the suicidal type? Sir, did you talk to her at all that day?"

Froggie tried to find the right tone. Sad? Confused? Upset? Maybe a combination...

"I talked to her that morning. She said she couldn't have lunch with me because she had other plans. I dunno with who. Have you talked to her parents? Do they know?"

Dammit, don't shift the blame to the parents. You look guilty now, you stupid fuck.

"She didn't tell you what plans she had. With who?"

Froggie felt something inside him bubbling up. What was this? A whole slideshow of his time with Mona flashed in his mind. What had he done? What he done?! The heat ran up his spine and reached his face and he felt like he was going to explode. He burst into tears on Nip's desk. "Oh my god, she's gone. She's gone! What am I going to do?"

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"Can I have two sausage mcmuffins and three egg mcmuffins and five hashbrowns and uhh...three orange juices."

"Thank you sir, pull up to the window."

BoBo drove up, paid, and grabbed the bag of food.

Kuno sighed. "Froggie is going to fuck up. He's gonna fuck all of us over."

Bobo shook his head. "It'll be ok. I think maybe..---Hey is that Lara?"

Lara was walking drinking a chocolate milk and seemed unaware of the world around her.

"Lara!" Bobo pulled up beside her. "Get in, we're having breakfast. We have some stuff to tell you. Come on, get in."

To be continued...........