They drive on as before. She might be thinking
that Adam wants to do something to the other guy
because she isn't worried. Then he stops the car,
asks her if she wants to see a magic trick. His
games are strange, but fun to follow.
Adam gets out, runs around to the trunk and opens
it. She follows him to see what's going on. He
has the parts to a bic lighter in his hands and
suddenly he throws a flash of smoke at her that
lights up both their faces, even in this daylight.
Then he takes the knife from the trunk.
It's hard to chase her on the sand, but he catches
up and knocks her to the ground. They fall softly.
They roll on the dunes. The road is far away and
the car can't be seen.
Between the sky and sand, Adam gets lost in his
thoughts of pairs and symmetry. Through his eyes
he sees her and her two eyes just as she is seeing
him and his two eyes through hers. Legs on legs
and hands on hands and lips on lips. As reflections
of each other, neither can tell who starts what
and who continues it, who gets or who gives. Kiss,
kiss; sigh, sigh--the fundamental things apply.
And time goes by.
Adam closes the trunk and gets in the car. He
leaves her on the dunes, where nothing is found,
stabbed twice in the back.
Two years later--I remember this because I know
him by now--he's really into driving around. It's
what he does instead of anything else. |