13 - ARACHNE
Today was one of those days.
You know, when nothing goes your way? From coffee spilling down my blouse in front of a client, to our cat having an emergency veterinary appointment. The latter being the reason I abandoned the office earlier than the norm.
Rifting into our living room, Blossom had the Holotube blasting. “ Ugh . Turn that down,” I chided, bee-lining for the liquor cabinet; absinthe was a necessity this afternoon, I needed to toss a thick green haze over everything before passing out and trying for better tomorrow.
She shook her green messy hair, eyes wide, with a pointer extended toward the spherical screen. “LOOK, ARACHNE!”
Spinning to capture the broadcast over a recent unexpected murder, I sipped on my liquor. Straight from the bottle… I didn't know whether the announcement warranted her overreaction. Accidents happened all the time. Beings died. So what?
It’s great he’s dead. Maybe the nightmares will disappear along with his physicality.
“You don’t remember Athena asking you who you loathed? You really believe this is coincidental?!”
Woah. Where’d she even draw that connection from?
I nodded. “Absolutely. There’s no chance she would’ve known Christophar harassed me. His death is random. Where’s Sushi? That kitty deserves cuddles after her difficult day.”
“You’re delusional if you don’t think this happened through the general. You’re the one who said she murders for hire,” Blossom tacked on.
That was true so I paused. Just for a second… Before shaking my head again.
I was nothing more than an unattainable crush for her. Just like she was for me. Different circumstances, sure, but our attraction was founded on the same basis.
The femme wasn’t love struck enough to murder on my behalf. She was too busy for that. Too important. The notion was ridiculous.
It’s impossible!