AN: Something different. New idea for me, right? Right. Apologies in advance for the wretched confusion the formatting might lead to. The quoted italics are lyrics to a song, they are meant to be playing over a radio or something. But hey, me explaining it takes all the mystery out, no?
The song is "Cinnamon", by The Long Winters; it's actually a very sweet song, albeit poorly represented by my story. Check it out, you'll see what I mean.
I don't own the song, or the show, but I do hold some semblance of claim on this twisted, twisted brain.
"Do you remember, when you saw her last?"
Clutch. Shift. Gas. Fourth.
"Her skin was cinnamon"
Swish, swish. Swish, squeeaaak. Damn this rain.
"Her skin was cinnamon"
Clutch. Shift. Gas. Fifth. Go.
"I said, do you remember"
Warm brown eyes. Long, silky hair.
"When you saw her last?"
Change of plans. Left turn, Clyde.
"Her skin was cinnamon"
Clutch. Brake. Blink-blink, blink-blink.
"Her skin was cinnamon"
Clutch. Gas. First.
"Cinnaamonnnnnn"
Clutch. Shift. Gas. Second.
Bright almond eyes. Soft cinnamon skin.
Clutch. Shift. Gas. Third.
"Cinnaamonnnnnnn."
Blink-blink, blink-blink. Right turn, Clyde.
Driveway. Clutch. Brake. Kill the engine. Open the door.
Do you remember, when you saw her last?
Step. Step. Step. Knock.
Wait.
Knock.
Creeeeak; light. Almond, brown eyes. Silky, dark hair. Sweet, soft cinnamon skin.
"...Angela?"
Hope.
Just sayin'-- Hodgins does not strike me as a man to drive an automatic.