molly 7

continuing in Daryl's home. they dressd for their dinner fun.

He wore jeans same as her. He puld on a pair of shiny black boots. they coverd his pink sox. he wore a white shirt with a row of pale blue plastic buttons. Daryl askd her if she liked how he lookd in his narrow bow tie. she said that she did not but askd about a long tie holding two from his closet. daryl explained that today he wanted his buttons to show so she hung the ties for another day. as they puld on their coats, hers as you recall, and his a thick black coat like thick felt, molly mentiond that she saw him cry saying "I saw you mourn and grieve for your nebbir. "i felt very sad that i woud never see him again--you differd from some people who are so sad that they smash all their pretty stuff--that does not match sadness, why do you relate that to mourning?--i saw it in the classic "breakfast at tiffany" when fred, her brother, died she smashed all her beautiful items," molly defended her statement. "ugh," replied Daryl, "that was a horrible story, and her response of breaking stuff does not show sadness." He managed two criticsms together. "well it still shows pain for her brother's death--nope, crying shows pain but breaking stuff indicates losing control." he stated. "i guess you were close" molly concluded. he nodded and opend the front door.

daryl continued the topic of mourning as they waukd along the corridor and enterd the elevator. "when my parents die i will probably cry--obviously," she replied in an annoyd tone. daryl added "i mean despite that now i dont want to see, nor hear nor talk with them ever again still when they die i will probably cry." she was silent for a moment. daryl practiced "waa--wa" molly waaed too. he asked "how about your father?--he's fine" she blurted quickly to try and hide she was lying. she hated tauking abut her dad. so she switjd the topic. she felt a yen for yam but said, "nobody cleand the web in that corner" daryl drew a cloth from his back pocket and wiped it saying "we will--where do you wanna eat?--i will drive to a fancy wok  restirront, yon,  at the hollidee inn--did you see the wen on my back?--nope" he lied. he wisd that he must use wit to win her affection. she realized he was a wiz at tact. he queried further "who do you love in your family?--why?" she evaded. so they were silent.

 the elevator opend in the underground parking of the residency towers. Daryl led her to his assigned parking spot where his car was parked. he presd the correct fingertip on his key and then inserted the key in the door lok. he turnd it counter-clockwise and all the doors of the car unlokd. she enterd from the front door on the other side of the small japanese vehicle. its tyres were still wet. daryl had chosen a green car like the green of tree leaves. the inside was simple dark green fabric. He typed the six digit code and the engine buzd to life. He lookd and carefully drove from the parking place along the way, between the rows of parkd vehicles. "look at those gorgeous vee-i-kels" molly sighed. daryl was imaginning the dinner by dim wan light with a wax candle on the table. at the end of the rows he turnd left and drove around another parking level and around until rising to street level. meanwhile she imagined the possibility that daryl might wed her. she felt he had already won her affection. 

at the exit, the gard did not raise the bar, insted the new guy askd his name. daryl was impatient but said his room number. the gard typd the number and saw on the monitor that the faces matched and smiling politely said "thanks for cooperating". finally he tapd the button that raised the bar and daryl drove out and slowly and carefully turned ryt. a red car was coming toward them fast... in the lane for the opposite way... far too fast... and as it passed them it turnd left behind daryl and due to its speed suddenly started to yaw... then  CRASHED into the gard booth. daryl screamed from the noise and searjd for a place to pull to the side between cars. they jumpd from the car to see if the injured needed an ambulance. they ran past a green yew.

molly thout this woud ruin the plans and felt very frustrated by the crash.

as they ran over the chunks of salt they panted from the effort of running. they reached the parking entrance and saw the car; once so fancy but now was a steaming mess. the glass of the gard booth had shatterd and blood dotted the concrete sides. both daryl and molly shrieked when they saw the blood... a shriek as horrible as when witnessing a shark chomp a leg from  a swimmer... they continued hurriedly to the driver side and saw the blond wig  coverd in blood as daryl screamd again. the face lay limp on the steering wheel, as if a zap had paralyzed the driver.

then he told molly that he was not scared of touching a corpse. she said feel if he has a pulse. daryl gently touched his finger to the neck of the driver and blood gushed over his hand from the shatterd face of an unrecognizable face that appeard. "no pulse" commented daryl. next they went to the gard booth. althoe the concrete had blocked the car somehow the impact had smashed the gard against the back wall where a patch of blood coverd the cement. the gard, the new guy neither knew, lay with his head lying in a puddle of blood... that  was spreading around the gards head.... they both shriekd again... such a horrid way to die... blood like a war zone.

daryl sloshd his shiny boots into the puddle and felt for a pulse. "nope". this time molly only gasped at the gruesome sight. she askd if he screamd kuz he knew the gard? in his shock he paused before saying "nope". molly diald the emergency number and reported "two dead in a car craash" adding the address. as they waukd back to the car molly felt dizzy and wan  from the scene. he puld a wad of tissue from his back pocket to dry some blood from his hands. a guy waukd his dog past them. 

the pet started to yip many yaps excitedly.

molly did not notice the blood on his white shirt. all daryl could say in a state of shock, as he started to wag his head, was "at least the birth rate is faster than the death rate... so these two will be replaced by the time we reach the car.". molly nodded and mumbled "two strangers for two strangers." in the car molly handed him moist soapy tissue to clean his hands. only a wee bit was on his white shirt due to the coat. he commented "that driver must have been wud--what's wood?--i meant crazy," he explained wrying his lips. he thout that trying to woo her after all that horror woud be wasted effort so he drove silently and switjd on his app for the songs he enjoyed. he had enterd the list of songs gradually over months. this time the app resonated with a slow calm melody.  she puld down the wye of her zip.

 arrived at the inn and he drove into the underground parking. they had witnessd three deaths together yet life must go on. daryl said "i feel guilty that i feel hungry". molly nodded and whispered "me too. even watching strangers die was dreadful." they rode the elevator to the diner in the inn, in absolute creepy silence. each thankful the death was not a relative who they liked nor a friend.

t.b.c.

dinner food