Posts by Laurel L. Russwurm

64

tea leaves in an open tea ball

Eric stands at the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil he pops opens the tin of Darjeeling and measures the leaves into the tea ball then drops it into the cup. But he almost drops the tin when he feels arms encircle him from behind.

Elsie.

Eric can feel his body betray him at the familiar feel of her pressing into him from behind, and she slips her hands inside the waistband of his track pants.

“Mmmm,” she says. “You missed me.”

“Elsie stop it.” he says quietly. He turns around and is struck by how ethereal she looks. Probably worn out from fucking the other half of the guys on campus last night.

He smiles, “Involuntary reaction. Old habits die hard.”

“They don’t have to die hard, we can put them to use.”

Of course she lets her robe fall tantalizingly open but even the provocative glimpse of that perfect body can’t get the taste of betrayal out of his mouth.

He just shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”

The kettle starts to whistle, and he turns to shut it off, then pours the boiling water over the tea bell in his over sized mug. With the tea safely steeping he turns back and she’s gone.

Eric sags back against the counter, weak with relief.

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65

police officer directs students on the path

Adam is late arriving at school. The lot he normally parks in has been blocked by the police crime scene investigators. He and the other disgruntled students had to park in the overflow lot, necessitating an additional ten minute walk. Not an auspicious start to the day. He falls into step beside a guy he’s seen in various lecture halls, the two of them trail the larger group of students hurrying to cover the ground between purgatory and the school.

“What happened?” he asks the guy.

“No idea. Just the cops were waving me away from the Lester Street lot.”

“Yes, me too. Perhaps there was an accident. I hope no one was injured, but I would rather it was cleared up today.”

“You and me both. I don’t feature this much of a schlep twice daily.”

“We might end up in very good shape.” Adam says.

The guy laughs. “Buff. What a concept.”

As they enter the oval from the north, a red sports car speeds up the ring road. “Wow,” Adam’s companion says admiringly. “Porsche Boxter Spyder. That one might even be this year’s model. I haven’t seen one offline before. Sweet.”

Adam says, “I didn’t think you could park there.”

“Oh, you can’t, it’s just a drop zone. Usually nobody uses it except for commencement ceremonies when they have celeb guest speakers. Limos. VIPs, that kind of thing.”

“Ah. I’m Adam by the way. I believe we have some classes together.”

The other guy extends a hand for a quick shake. “Dave. Yeah, I’ve seen you around too. How are you getting along?”

“Okay, I guess. Not quite what I was expecting, though.”

Dave laughs. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“How so?” asks Adam, curious.

“Well, it happened to me too. Quite the shock to suddenly not be the smartest guy in school, eh?”

“You know, that never occurred to me.” Adam stops and suddenly everything is clear. That seems to answer everything. He looks at Dave gratefully. “You may well be correct .” Adam shakes his head and laughs. “I’ve been feeling as though I’ve lost my identity.”

“Once you understand that, its not quite so bad.”

Adam grins. “I suspect that if we’d gone to the same high school, I would have been the second smartest student.”

“We’ll never know. My first class is over in the Arts Centre this morning. Maybe I’ll catch you at lunch, Adam.”

“That would be good.” Adam smiles.

Dave nods toward the Porsche, still idling in front of the Medical Centre. “If that thing’s still there when you go by, give one of the tires a kick for me.”

Adam laughs. “I certainly will, Dave.”

The two students go their separate ways and Adam’s curiosity about the hot car draws him toward it. Dave seemed seriously impressed. Even Adam knows that a Porsche is a very expensive machine. He’s never paid much attention to cars, that’s one of the things his brother knows. Looking at the Spyder it he can kind of understand the appeal. It doesn’t look like an ordinary car. Certainly nothing like his beater.

Maybe it’s some specialist here to lecture the pre-meds. The med school gets lots of extra perks, probably paid for with the donations they get from doctors they graduate.

As Adam draws near his good mood evaporates when he realizes that the blonde woman in the passenger seat is Barbie.

Last night Adam had hoped what Nick said was all lies, but part of him didn’t really believe it, even then. Why would Nick lie? It doesn’t look like he did. Because beautiful Barbie is wound around the driver.

They’re kissing and, and, and.

The man’s hand is inside Barbie’s blouse and he’s touching her. They are practically having coitus in public, like one of those terrible movies his brother hides in the back of the cabinet. Adam can hardly breathe. But he pauses long enough to kick the rear tire before hurrying past to the tech building.

She liked him.

He thought she liked him. She smiled at him, she even kissed him. How can she kiss this other man? How can she let another man touch her like that. Adam should be the only one who gets to touch her like that.

Not some rich creep with a hot car.

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66

Frosted glass inset in a door, photographed at University of Toronto

Oscar is running late for his first class when he spots Jake weaving down the hall. The freshman looks wrecked.

“Jake my man, we missed you at the meeting. The girls were wondering what happened. They thought you’d be joining us. Although you look as though you’ve had a busy night.”

Jake shakes his head and waves Oscar away as he ducks into the mens room.

Curious, Oscar follows. Pushing the door open he sees Jake bent over the sink looking as though he’s about to pass out.

“Are you sick? Should I bring you ’round to the medic?”

Jake shakes his head, then turns on the water and splashes some on his face, then uses the bottom of his sweatshirt as a towel.

Oscar watches with concern as Jake leans against the wall. “I should have stayed in bed. I’m sorry I missed the meeting, Oz. Something happened.”

“That’s okay.” says Oscar, “Just, you look like hell and I’m not leaving you here by yourself. Lets take a bit of a wander to the caf and let me get a few of the major food groups into you.”

“You can’t do that, Oz. You’ll miss your class.”

“I’ve missed classes for worse reasons.”

“The caf isn’t even open.”

“Ah, there you’re wrong. The machines are open always.

“What about the food groups?”

“The vending machines are amply provisioned with salt, sugar, starch, fat and chocolate. Surely that’s all the food groups represented.”

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67

a trio of hanging lights
Eric smiles at the detective. She’s not bad for an older woman. “So,” he asks, “Why did you decide to become a cop?”

Detective Lewis says, “I get to ask the questions.”

“I’m gonna be a writer, one day I might write about cops.”

“Well, when that time comes, you can ask me then. I wouldn’t even charge you much.”

Eric raises an eyebrow, “Charge? You’d charge a writer?”

“It’s called a consultation fee. But lets get on track here,” she glances at her notebook, “Eric. This is a serious situation. What I really need to know about is your relationship with Natasha.”

Eric shrugs. “Acquaintances at most. We live in the same place but don’t usually spend much time together. She introduced me to Monty Python the other night if that helps.”

“Was it just the two of you?”

“No, she was watching her DVDs with Boris when Amelia and I came in after the Branagh Hamlet at the Kingsway. So it was just the four of us sitting around the common room, you know?”

“So, you’re saying you never dated Natasha?”

Eric shakes his head. “No. Nothing like that. Natasha was with Boris, and until recently I was seeing Elsie.”

The low whistle from behind startles Eric, rudely reminding him of Detective Wolfrom leaning against the door back there. He’d forgotten Wolfrom. It occurs to him that that is probably the point. Eric swivels around to face him. “So you hang out back there to pounce on inconsistencies? Keep the bad guys from taking it on the lam? You’re the bad cop, right?”

Wolfrom just looks at him. Lewis bites her tongue so the kid won’t see her laugh. Problem is Wolfie looks like he might crack up at any moment. Don’t let the subject control the interview. Lewis has to get back the lead.

“How long have Boris and Natasha been together?”

“Pretty much from day one, I think.”

“And were they getting along well, would you say?”

“Wait a minute, you can’t pin this on Boris. No way.”

“We’re not looking to ‘pin it on’ anyone. We’re looking for facts.” Lewis looks at him. “Can you vouch for Boris? Can you say you were with him every minute of the afternoon?”

“Well, no, but that isn’t fair.”

“How about you. Can anyone vouch for your own whereabouts yesterday afternoon

“I was in a lecture for part of it.”

Wolfrom asks, “And would anyone testify to that?”

“Am I a suspect?”

“Certainly, until cleared, yes, you are. Maybe we can start with why you broke up with your girlfriend.”

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68

hands type on a laptop; other laptops in background

Oscar comes into the computer lab, settling at his usual machine between Maggie and Adam.

Maggie looks up, “Look at what the cat dragged in. And here I thought you’d tossed your alarm clock out the window again this morning.”

Oscar shakes his head. He leans in and Maggie inclines closer to hear as he says, “I spent the last hour pouring coffee into young Jake. He had a disturbing tale to tell. It seems that Natasha was brutally attacked yesterday afternoon.”

“Natasha. Oh no.” Maggie covers her mouth.

“Seems she was only found because Liz led out the cavalry to search for her.”

Maggie swivels around and psssts Kate and Krystal, who both roll closer for a mid-class confab.

“What’s up?” asks Kate softly.

“One of the girls in my dorm was attacked yesterday.”

Adam leans in to listen as well.

Kate frowns, “Who was it?”

Maggie says, “A frosh named Natasha.”

“Not Bo’s Natasha?” asks Kate.

Krystal gasps, “You mean the chick with the hay maker?”

“Same and same.”

“Ohmigod, what happened?”

Oscar says grimly, “She was bashed in the head and raped.”

“That would explain the police presence.” says Adam.

Krystal swivels toward him. “Yeah cops were crawling all over the parking lot when I got off the bus, but they wouldn’t give a straight answer why they were here. ‘Procedure’ was all they’d say.”

“I was told ‘routine.” Adam adds, “There was crime scene tape across the near parking lot entrances this morning. Those of us who drive in had to park in the overflow lot and hike back. There were security guards, and police officers throughout the woods.”

“Oh that’s so scary.”

“I’ll bet it was that Boris.” says Krystal.

Kate shakes her head. “I don’t think so. Nick works out with Bo, he’s a really nice guy.”

Maggie says, “Besides, Boris and Natasha are friends.”

“Natasha wasn’t very friendly when she clocked him yesterday.” says Krystal.

Oscar shakes his head. “That was just friends having an argument. I hardly think rape would be the result.”

Krystal asks, “Never heard of date rape? Or marital rape?”

Oscar looks thoughtful, “You’re right. I stand corrected.”

Maggie asks, “Is she okay?”

“I only know she’s in hospital. Jake was so exhausted he hardly knew up from down. They were out searching whilst we watched House last night. That’s why Jake missed the meeting.”

“That’s terrible.” says Adam.

Kate asks, “So she was out there for hours?”

Oscar says, “Yes, Kate, she was hit on the head.”

Kate says, “They would have had to warm her up and give her fluids if she was suffering from exposure.”

“I’ll bet it was Boris,” says Krystal. “Any guy can become a wack job if he sucks up enough steroids.”

“Boris power lifts but he doesn’t use steroids.” says Kate.

Krystal laughs. “Don’t they all?”

Kate shakes her head. “No. They don’t. Nick works with weights when he has the time and he doesn’t use steroids. If he’d seen any sign in Bo I’m sure he’d have said something to me.”

Maggie says, “That’s terrible about Natasha.”

“What does one do in a situation like this?” asks Adam.

“Do?” Maggie frowns at Adam. “You mean … like socially?”

Adam nods. “Yes. Would chocolate be appropriate?”

“Krystal snaps, “It’s not like a date, Adam. That’s twisted.”

Adam looks uncomfortable, “I didn’t really know her.”

“Not ‘didn’t,’ Adam, ‘don’t’. Natasha’s not dead and gone, she’s still here.” snaps Krystal.

Adam blanches. “I didn’t mean … I just thought we could let her know we supported her.” mutters Adam.

“Yeah,” Kate says, “we should do something like that. That’s very thoughtful, Adam. Maybe flowers, or a plant maybe?”

“A couple of girls got raped in my high school,” Maggie says.

Kate asks her, “Did they ever get the guy? Or guys?”

“Nope, never did.”

Krystal says, “That’s awful. What’d the girls do?”

“Both of them left school. I know one of them went out west. All I know is I never saw either of them again.”

“That’s rough.”

“You think Natasha will drop out?”

Genuinely perplexed, Adam asks, “I don’t understand, why would they leave school?”

“They were probably afraid.” says Krystal.

“Especially if the guy wasn’t caught,” adds Oscar.

Maggie nods. “That’s about it. You don’t know who to trust. And I gotta tell you, it sure didn’t help male female relations at school.”

“Weren’t you and Stu high school sweethearts?”

Maggie smiles. “Yup.”

“So how did you know you could trust him?”

“It helped that the first rape happened when we were on our first date. I knew it wasn’t him, I could trust him. I wondered about other guys, though.”

“That must have been hard on everyone.”

Maggie nods. “It was. You know how when you first meet people you check them out? At our school every girl had to decide if she thought the guy was a rapist before even considering him as a boyfriend. The worst was nobody even knew for sure if it was somebody from school or not. Didn’t make any difference, though. All the guys were suspect.”

Adam says, “But that isn’t fair.”

“No it’s not, but that’s what happened, Adam.”

“Like it was fair to the girls?” says Krystal. “Bad enough they were attacked but then having to drop out, too. They didn’t do anything wrong. They were the victims and it screwed up their lives even worse.”

“I don’t know about you,” says Maggie, “but this attack scares the hell out of me.”

“Me too,” agrees Krystal. “We won’t be safe until they catch the guy.”

Oscar says, “You do realize how naïve that is?”

“No, Oz, what do you mean?”

“There are always rapists and murderers and thieves, but we go through life not even thinking about them until something like this happens. People only think defensively when ‘s too bloody late. If we’d been on guard before it might not have happened.”

Kate says, “Illogical or not, now is when I’m scared.”

There’s a loud bit of suggestive throat clearing from behind Adam and the group turns guiltily to face Professor Gates, who is looking fairly thunderous.

“Excuse me, Maggie, but would you mind sharing what’s so interesting with the rest of the class?”

Maggie flushes, but rises to her feet. “Actually I do, but it’s important that everyone knows so we can all take precautions.”

Gates is floored by Maggie’s unexpected response. “What?”

Maggie continues more loudly so everyone can hear. “Everyone should know that a frosh from my residence was attacked on campus yesterday.”

There’s a silence as Professor Gates looks stunned and the rest of the class takes in the disturbing information. Clearly even the Christie faculty has not yet been told of the incident.

“What happened?” Gates asks quietly.

“She was attacked and raped and left unconscious in the woods. If she hadn’t been found she might have died.”

Professor Gates looks stunned. But she knows she’s lost the class for the day.

“Who was it, Maggie?” someone calls out.

“Natasha.”

“No way!”

Someone else adds, “Goddamn I’ll bet it was Boris.”

Kate says, “Not Boris.”

“Why not Boris?” mutters Krystal.

Kate replies, “Because Boris has been in my house.”

The stunned silence gives way to muttering, both general and specific outpourings of outrage, fear and anger. Little discussions of safety precautions spring up throughout the class.

Oscar has been typing, and he interrupts the growing pandemonium to announce, “I’m just pulling together a quick and dirty web page. It isn’t very pretty but to start I’ve popped on a few rape prevention links, and a few tips.”

Gates interrupts. “Set it up as part of the ComSci wiki, Oz. Then anyone who logs in can add to it. Maybe Maggie might want to start a forum, for example.”

“Include police contact information when we get it too,” adds Kate.

Krystal says, “Read out a few of the main tips Oz.”

“Be observant. Avoid walking alone. Keep to well lighted areas. Avoid shortcuts through parks, vacant lots and the like.”

“And don’t turn your back on Boris.” Krystal mutters. Kate shoots her a look.

Gates nods, “Be observant is probably most important. Try to use the buddy system.”

“It’s posted on the wiki so pass the word around. This is for everyone.”

“Good job. Thanks Oz.” says Gates. “I think that’s it for today. Everyone please try to stay safe.”

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