Trail of Jealousy
In the mist of sleet wet morn, here air chills inhaling breaths, darkness rule the waning hours of frigid pre-dawn Jess shuffling walk, in circles, upon lower Hollywood Boulevard with flashes of Christmas lights flicker in store front windows, reveal the grungy travels of homeless youth. Famed sidewalks of the Boulevard, dotted with commemorative stars for entertainment royalty, adorn stained blood of a faceless runaway Jess know her had been with her earlier beneath the Vine Street overpass he stared at her into her eyes they stared back as though she was still alive her blood, caked, drying, no longer flowing from the slash across her throat, pooled around her ran into the gutter he reached down closed her eyes she felt cold he reasoned that she had been dead for less than an hour.
The first hint of light crest the eastern horizon he ran, ran, ducking into an alley between a adult book store and an abandon building hiding from the approaching sirens fearing that he would stand accused, he was determined to find who killed her… make them pay.
Among the trash dumpsters, urine stained walls, broken bottles, and molten decay survives street mutants of Tinseltown’s skimp Jess knows this landscape intimately he dipped in and out of alleys, abandon buildings, and tunnels of the city’s underground to demerge near the Mann’s Chinese Theatre reappearing on the boulevard as the shot rung the striking force of the bullet’s impact threw him backward darkness blanketed him the instant gagger of pain subsided as death’s touch calmed him lifting him separating him from his body with the last of his breathe.
Jacob threw the gun into the gutter he knew Jess knew his habits knew where he like to hang he was waiting he had seen them together, Jess and Vicky, his jealousy enraged him madness choked him the way she made Jess giggle wrangled him senseless… he made them pay. Turned his frown into smile... gleaming.
