As Kina opened the bathroom door, steam flooded into the
living room, rising sharply as it met the cooler air. Despite the large
bathroom window being opened there was still more than enough steam from her
long, indulgent shower to reach the high ceiling of her small apartment’s
central room. As she walked over to her record player her light, satin gown
hung loosely around her quickly drying body and a drop of cool water ran from
her hair down the back of her neck.
Lifting the lid of her record player she gently placed the
needle close to the edge of the 7”, letting go when she heard the satisfying
scratch of needle on vinyl. Following a short, quiet, gratifying hiss, the
first few bars of Parliament’s Agony of
Defeet sprung to life and George Clinton’s smooth voice rang out. Kina
slowly began to shake her hips as she walked the few feet towards her TV. She
turned it on but kept the volume on mute. Kina enjoyed the company of a
flickering TV late at night and it left light, fuzzy shadows all over the
apartment. Briefly looking at the screen she half recognized an old John Wayne
Western but wasn’t sure of its name. Turning to the drinks cabinet behind her
sofa she continued her slow groove across the room. She stopped half way and
turned as she heard a dull thud coming from the bathroom. Angry at herself for
not hanging up her towel properly again she continued to her cabinet, poured
herself a small scotch and used a set of polished silver tongs to pick out a
warm slice of lemon which had seen better days. Heading to the kitchen in
search of ice, Kina once more strut a funky walk across the room in front of
the closed drapes and towards the open kitchen.
The soft light of Kina’s large angle poised lamp flickered
across the high walls and ceiling as she reached her destination and she bent
down to open the freezer. The frozen air made her wiggle her toes in protest as
it reached her warmer than usual, soft, coffee coloured skin. The clink of two
ice cubes completed Kina’s nightcap and she returned to the open space of her
lounge. Sipping her cool drink while bending her knees into a soulful swing,
Kina thought back to earlier that evening at Bruno’s Place when Bruno had
thankfully intervened once again when a couple of guys had been pestering her
and Anne for too long. She could always rely on Bruno to be there at the right
time. Kina lifted her head back and downed what was left of her drink. As she
did so she closed her eyes but was conscious of a change of lighting. Kina
turned sharply to be dazzled by her own lamp, now facing her square on. Like an
actor on the stage she struggled to see beyond her unwanted spotlight but began
to make out the figure of someone beyond it. A small wail left her lips and her
right hand clasped her mouth as her left reached through her hair, dislodging a
few more droplets of water.
Kina’s body laid out a clear shadow on the wall behind her,
the shape of her legs and torso now clearly visible through her light gown. A
small an ineffectual “What?” was all that she managed to say as the figure
stepped towards her and out of the masking darkness of behind the light. At
that moment the words Fort Apache
leapt into her mind. It was the name of the Western still flickering on her
silent TV. Why it had come to her at that moment she couldn’t rationalise but Fort Apache
it was. For some reason the song she had been happily dancing to just seconds
earlier sounded louder in her ears but she could also hear her heart beat. To
Kina in that moment it felt as though her heart was beating in the canal of
each ear. Again she struggled to vocalise an audible response to the appearance
of this stranger but managed just a few sounds which formed no word she had
ever heard nor spoken before. A lonesome tear was squeezed from her right eye.
Her left, while blinking as rapidly as her right, remained dry.
The man, it was a man, she could see that now, stepped
slowly closer. One side of his face now illuminated by the still brightly
shining lamp she recognised the him as one of the two who had pestered her and
Anne earlier that evening. It was obviously him, the smaller of the two men. At
Bruno’s he seemed to be showing more interest in Anne yet here he was,
uninvited in Kina’s apartment. She was sure it was the same man. Ray or Ron,
something that began with an R. She was sure it was the same man although she
didn’t remember seeing his long brown leather jacket at Bruno’s. Why things
like coats and Westerns were running through Kina’s mind at a time like this
she couldn’t work out but she was having a thousand different thoughts at once
even though her mind was blank with panic.
Kina slowly stepped backwards, her shadow tightening against
the cream wall behind her. The man continued his slow walk. Hitting the wall,
Kina had nowhere else to go and sunk downwards into a heap, one hand still over
her mouth but now also partially covering her eyes. Her left hand had moved
from her head and was now stretched out in front of her as though to shield her
body from the approaching stone faced man. All this time the man, Rich? She
wasn’t sure; he hadn’t said a word and simply looked with intent. He stood over
the cowering woman and with one hand picked her up with her own hair. Kina’s
weave began to rip from her scalp, taking her own hair with it as she was
forcefully returned to her feet. In the man’s hand she finally noticed the
blade. Why hadn’t she noticed it before? Now she had spotted it, it couldn’t be
more obvious and was shining in the bright light that illuminated the small
apartment. It even created a bright spot on the wall behind the TV where the
light caught the polished metal.
The song on the record player reached a crescendo and the TV
flickered. The knife was raised towards the ceiling as Kina finally managed to
let out a scream. It was no use though. The knife plunged into her chest and
she closed her eyes for the final time. The needle hit the run out groove and
the apartment fell silent. A small click indicated the turntable had stopped
spinning but this wasn’t heard over Kina’s limp body hitting the floor. A small
puddle began collecting around her shape and began running with the grain of
the wooden floor. The murderer recoiled as the blood reached his shoe and
turned back towards the bathroom in silence, leaving the bloody mark of one
shoe as he went.
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