Free The Haunted Vagina by Iii Carlton Mellick Page B

night,” she says. “I’ve kept batteries in the walkie-talkie just in case you ever wanted to reach me. I never gave up hope for you.”
    Yeah, that’s why she fucked some guy only a few weeks after I went missing . . .
    “How’s the father of your child?” I ask her.
    She pauses.
    “I don’t know,” she says. “It was just some guy I met at a bar. I was so upset. I didn’t know what I was doing.”
    I sit down in a wicker chair.
    “How’s your lover?” she asks, almost annoyed.
    “Fig?” I ask. “She’s doing fine. We’re pregnant. She should be due any day now. Same as you, I believe.”
    “She was my imaginary friend, wasn’t she?” she asks. “From when I was a kid?”
    “Yeah,” I say.
    “She was so lonely,” she says. “Her cries always calling out to me, begging me to send her somebody to love. She was always so sad and angry. But then, after you went inside me, there wasn’t crying anymore. There was singing. She was happy. She was in love.”
    My lips squeak as they rub against the receiver.
    “I knew it,” she says. “I knew, when you didn’t come back, you two had fallen in love and you decided to stay with her. Hearing her happy voice day after day made me so jealous. Then it pissed me off. I hated you for what you did to me. I fucked the first guy I could find, hoping I would drown you two in his cum. I thought I did, too. Her voice stopped coming out of me. My vagina was silent. I felt horrible. I thought I killed you. I would have sent somebody in to see if you were okay, but it doesn’t stretch anymore. I was hoping you were still alive in there. Inside of me.”
    “Yeah,” I tell her. “But the world isn’t inside of you anymore. It is inside of your baby.”
    “I want to see you again, Steve,” she says. “I don’t care how long it takes. Maybe you can come out of my daughter when she grows up. You can be with me again.”
    “I’m not exactly human anymore, Stacy,” I say. “I don’t think I can return to that world.”
    “Then I’ll come to you . . .”
    “Stacy,” I say. “I loved you more than the whole world, but I’ve got a responsibility here. I’ve got people that need me. I’ve already moved on.”
    “I know . . .” she says.
    “I’m married and have a child coming,” I say.
    “I know,” she says. “But . . .”
    She pauses.
    “Are you happy?” she asks.
    “Yes,” I tell her. “I’m very happy.”
    “I just want you to be happy,” she tells me.
    “I am,” I say.
    She cries into the walkie.
    “Stacy?” I say.
    “Yeah?”
    “I’ll always be with you . . .”
    She continues crying and then the walkie cuts out. I think she turned it off or maybe threw it across the room.
    That’s another thing I always hated about Stacy. She’d always cut me off in the middle of a conversation for the sake of being dramatic.

 
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    Carlton Mellick III is one of the leading authors in the new Bizarro genre uprising. Since 2001, his surreal counterculture novels have drawn an international cult following despite the fact that they have been shunned by most libraries and corporate bookstores. He lives in Portland, OR, the bizarro fiction mecca.
     
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