Frankie and Johnny (2) by Kenny Stetson
(warning: the following text contains a description of violence)
Frankie and Johnny were lovers. Frankie was the guy and Johnny was... He wasn't sure, actually. Oh I think Frankie was the girl. Anyway, they were lovers. But the happiness they shared had been tainted by the premature loss of their daughter from sudden child's death syndrome.
“You said you no longer wanted to live after she died. And now, six months after, you are still alive - why? Because of your work, because of your toys, because of me or because of nothing?” Johnny had asked.
“I just don't know what to do with myself.”
“Live or die.”
(Men have nothing to do with birth and babyhood anyway)
The life force and a fearful inability to end the own existence forces a person to keep going and to finish up alive in the face of most cruelties. Occasional bank robberies provided a welcomed diversion. The couple were bad-as-fuck bank robbers. Check this out:
They enter a high street bank and as Frankie pulls out an automatic rifle to threaten the employees, an old woman in galoshes gets in the way and starts screaming she thinks the world is ending. Frankie (now as a girl) spontaneously hits the old geezer in the back of her neck with the butt of the gun, but the woman merely stumbles, and recovers to start screaming in a more throaty and hysteric kind of way. As Frankie lifts her weapon to throw on a more effective battering, the victim drops and begins squirming on the floor. Johnny glances at Frankie who is nodding convulsively from across the counter room, then Frankie pumps two bullets into the back of the old woman's head.
“Darling!”
Her dress is sprayed with waves of brownish-red blood erupting from the back of the old lady's cranium. Finally, she has stopped squirming on the floor; but now Frankie needs to buy a new dress.
During this scene, Johnny has been looking on, it's all quite surreal to him, because before the bank raid he took a fistful of pain killers, and now he's all woozy and thinks he's seeing stuff. For example, he imagines he just saw his wife blow an old woman's head clean off.
“Who, no, who said I was dreaming?”
He has also developed one helluva twitch, easily to be interpreted as some sort of nod by someone in bad shape, for example. Johnny's a right mess, but Frankie loves him all the same. He buys her dresses when she messes them up during `jobs', but often falls asleep when they're fucking. Go figure the enigma that is woman.
They drive off after threatening the floored occupants of the bank with the same justice that was meted out to the old hag.
“...lay you down SOLID !!”
Their car is white - white and fast, it carries them to the edge of town and beyond amongst the grey ribbons of motorway and exit roads, towards the abandoned wooden house which is big but drafty. Welcome home. It is where they have been hiding for the last three weeks, since Johnny shot the highway patrolman.
Here they lived unhappily ever after.
Frankie and Johnny were lovers. Frankie was the guy and Johnny was... He wasn't sure, actually. Oh I think Frankie was the girl. Anyway, they were lovers. But the happiness they shared had been tainted by the premature loss of their daughter from sudden child's death syndrome.
“You said you no longer wanted to live after she died. And now, six months after, you are still alive - why? Because of your work, because of your toys, because of me or because of nothing?” Johnny had asked.
“I just don't know what to do with myself.”
“Live or die.”
(Men have nothing to do with birth and babyhood anyway)
The life force and a fearful inability to end the own existence forces a person to keep going and to finish up alive in the face of most cruelties. Occasional bank robberies provided a welcomed diversion. The couple were bad-as-fuck bank robbers. Check this out:
They enter a high street bank and as Frankie pulls out an automatic rifle to threaten the employees, an old woman in galoshes gets in the way and starts screaming she thinks the world is ending. Frankie (now as a girl) spontaneously hits the old geezer in the back of her neck with the butt of the gun, but the woman merely stumbles, and recovers to start screaming in a more throaty and hysteric kind of way. As Frankie lifts her weapon to throw on a more effective battering, the victim drops and begins squirming on the floor. Johnny glances at Frankie who is nodding convulsively from across the counter room, then Frankie pumps two bullets into the back of the old woman's head.
“Darling!”
Her dress is sprayed with waves of brownish-red blood erupting from the back of the old lady's cranium. Finally, she has stopped squirming on the floor; but now Frankie needs to buy a new dress.
During this scene, Johnny has been looking on, it's all quite surreal to him, because before the bank raid he took a fistful of pain killers, and now he's all woozy and thinks he's seeing stuff. For example, he imagines he just saw his wife blow an old woman's head clean off.
“Who, no, who said I was dreaming?”
He has also developed one helluva twitch, easily to be interpreted as some sort of nod by someone in bad shape, for example. Johnny's a right mess, but Frankie loves him all the same. He buys her dresses when she messes them up during `jobs', but often falls asleep when they're fucking. Go figure the enigma that is woman.
They drive off after threatening the floored occupants of the bank with the same justice that was meted out to the old hag.
“...lay you down SOLID !!”
Their car is white - white and fast, it carries them to the edge of town and beyond amongst the grey ribbons of motorway and exit roads, towards the abandoned wooden house which is big but drafty. Welcome home. It is where they have been hiding for the last three weeks, since Johnny shot the highway patrolman.
Here they lived unhappily ever after.
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