-“It is the principal of aesthetics Leticia! Beauty is synonymous with true goodness. Beauty is a pleasure to behold, and man’s true reward.” Rene attempted to cajole Leticia into submission, while cooling his livid temperament a little bit.
Shaken by the blatant fury Rene almost unleashed, Leticia thought that it would be prudent to stall, and let him cool off.
–“I won’t agree to cosmetic surgery Rene, although I will agree to go for a consultation to ask the surgeon for a free evaluation.”
-“Good…good. You will make me very happy Leticia, and if you do this for me, I will pay for it in full.” Rene said with a smile, while he refrained from touching her at all. He was afraid that if he touched her, his hands would strangle her of their very own accord.
-“Slow-ass, motherfucker drivers!” Rene’s temper was sorely tested when driving on the two lane highway. This deserted highway snaked around the skirts of formidable mountains, and edged a precipice. Since the opposite lane was deserted, Rene merged into the opposite lane, and accelerated his speed to pass by the snail-paced drivers.
For good measure he honked at them, and said farewell with a manual expression.
Once again settled into his lane, he situated the radio station to search for more favorable music. He was dividing his attention with an eye on the road, and alternatively on the car radio, when an image he saw reflected on the mirror, froze his hand in mid motion.
From the mirror he looked at the right side of the back seat to see Maribel’s apparition. Yet, this time there was a remarkable change. Her face had the same beautiful haunted expression, yet her breasts were fuller like coconuts seeping milk.
His pupils dilated when he turned his head back to focus on the thing suckling on her full breast. It had a very large head, its eyes were closed, and the minuscule hands and feet had a web like quality to them. The developing circuit of the nervous system was clearly discernible through the gelatin-like and viscous consistency of the flesh.
Rene snapped his head back to the road to see that he was coming close to another slow-ass driver. He gripped his perspiring hands on the wheel with uncommon force, until the knuckles turned white from the pressure.
-“Go away! Go to hell for all I care. That is NOT my son; you have probably cheated on me even in the afterlife! Go away!” Rene yelled at the expanse of road.
Seeing that the driver in front did not accelerate when Rene flashed him his headlights, he decided to merge into the opposite lane to pass the motherfucker and give him a piece of his mind. As he did, they were embracing a pronounced curve on the road, when he saw the lights of a massive truck fast approaching him straight on.
As time seemed to stand still, Rene felt bombarded with information from all sides. The slow-ass driver honked at him to merge into the right lane, Maribel’s eyes bore into his, full of reproach. The massive 18 wheeler honked from the enclosing distance, and flashed its headlights to Rene.
Rene felt enveloped in a trance, and mildly seduced to stay on the left lane, as a languorous inertia threatened imminent takeover. He seemed hypnotized by the headlights looming ever closer ahead, and by Maribel’s melodious voice, as sweet and smooth as Irish cream.
-“Stay on this lane Rene. Stay with us.” Maribel urged.
This story is loosely based on the true story of Tamalero Asesino, which happened sometime, somewhere in Mexico.
Painting, "Spain" by Salvador Dali
