Pyromance 12

We drove up to San Francisco. Their yacht was docked at the marina. It was their national past time to take their big boat out and sail the rough chop of the bay. The yacht was named Body and Soul. Carmen said they chose the name because they had become obsessed with Love and Rockets and that was their favorite song. The big boat was white and had those big sheets that are apparently called sails.

The drive up to the bay area was simple. We didn’t talk just took in the nice ride. She had a driver so he handled it while we sat back and tried to relax. Carmen had a nice tight little sailor suit on. Me I wore my “Demanufacture” t-shirt and my only pair of black jeans, what a pair we made. Once we got to the marina we where greeted by the captain of their boat. He had mentioned helping us onto the boat that all the accommodations Carmen had phoned ahead for were ready for use at her direction.

No one seemed to mind that I was around which I found odd. We set sail as soon as we got on the tub. It was chilly and breezy and cloudy. Carmen said it was always like this even in the middle of the summer. I followed her to the cabin and was grateful I didn’t feel sick. I didn’t know what I was doing with her. I didn’t know where it was going and I was deathly afraid of being somewhere else. So I walked over to her and took the urn out of her hands. She let go without any resistance. She looked at me. That sadness showing again. I placed the urn down on a end table in the suddenly massive room. I ignored all of the fancy gold and black marble, the nice tables and curtains and instead I walked over to her and kissed her soft. She hugged me and cried again.

She looks at me with those dark eyes filled with that confusion and sadness I so recognized. I use my thumb to clear away those tears that seemed to not want to fall off her face. I walked away toward the door. She held my hand not wanting me to go. I just shook my head and glanced over to the urn. Gaze held in mine then she broke it off. The click of the door locking is what I heard beside the water sloshing around us.