Here is another chapter from my detective novel. Be sure to check out the other
posts, and let me know what you think.
Charlie Parker Jones felt nothing, sensed nothing except the raw
ache of the rejection he could not believe was real as he stared at the subway ticket
kiosk below the streets of Roppongi. He had no idea how he got there. His mind
was a blur as he tried to grasp what happened: flashes of Kimi Yamada saying
she had to see him, then saying she could not see him anymore. Words like
“please leave,” “my parents,” “I cannot anymore,” but her body telling him more
truth words ever did, melting into his embrace, clinging to him, fighting her
unwanted promise to let go.
Her rejection wounded
him, made him flee when he knew there was nothing he could do, nothing he could
say to change her mind when she broke free of his grip and hid her face, unable
to look at him as she lied. He wanted to stay. He never ran from anything in
his life. But the weeping, the “please go” was more than he could take.
Some inner autopilot guided him
to a train. It was minutes before he was aware his mind settled on this: talk
to someone about Kimi, about what just happened. Now.
