I started work on The Catskills Dream series after creating the first collage – The Catskills Visitor. I’d visited New York several times but on one visit, I became intrigued by an area well to the north of it, known as the Catskills. I didn’t go there but I began to research it: stories of […]
He watched the black 4×4 drive into the parking lot just as the sun was setting on the mountains. Obvious out-of-towners. He hated them, but liked their cash. One of the car doors opened and a blonde woman slid out. He spat out his cigarette and leaned over to the window, squinting his black eyes at the woman.
Emma stood standing squinting in the weak twilight, looking around. She brushed down her silk dress and sharply turned, picking up the man peering through the garage window. She smiled slowly. So he was still here then. She doubted he would recognize her now though.
She slowly walked to the garage, swaying and smiling, the weak sunlight behind her. As the door creaked open, she saw him scurry behind the checkout.
“Can I help you miss”
She walked over, glancing down at his blue latex gloves. Didn’t seem quite right; she was sure they looked like medical gloves. He caught her look and quickly shoved his hands below the counter.
“I am looking for Sullivan County. I think we are a bit lost”.
“Er…it isn’t far. Just a couple of more miles up the highway”, he smiled, a long fake smile that barely touched his eyes, keeping his hands out of sight.
She glanced down at the counter and felt a familiar sense of unease.
“Ok, thanks. We will just keep going”. At that, she turned and walked out into the Catskill sunset.
Jeff watched her go, licking the salt off his dry lips. He rubbed the blue gloves together and thought about how she would soon be in the palm of his hand.