If Only Snow Clouds Could Fly

‘ Bleeding Nora, my names Nora by the way. Just in case you think I’m kidding’.

‘ Giovanni my partner in crime got nailed by the cops in India last week with a two ton case of cocaine. ‘

‘ They hunted me down for sure. I’m the big girl. The one who makes the rules. They call me ‘ Miss N ‘, for short. I guess you’d say it’s my nickname’.

‘ Now look at the mess Giovanni got me into. Last night I was drinking champagne celebrating our million dollar Indian deal. Now I’m locked up in a cell on an island in the sun surrounded by water.

Torture, flipping torture if you ask me. I’m talking to myself right now. Wouldn’t you be banging your flipping head on the wall ?’

‘ Giovanni got his head all messed up over a woman. Before he met that tart, everything was moving along swell. I can’t move the next deal until my new cell phone arrives at this dive.’

‘Don’t stress. I gotta good gang down in Mexico. We’ll get it figured out. Right now, I need a strong drink and my lipstick. It better be red for blood is going to spill if anyone else screws up.’

‘ Got it ? I now have the sharks out there to talk to. Won’t be long till my gear arrives then, I get back to business. In the meantime I’ll make a great new wicked deal.

‘ Fools, blinking fools. Hey, I can make more deals from inside this jail than on the mainland. We’ll show em rats’.

Looking out across the sea. Nora smiles a slimy bitchy smile. Her only regret is leaving her red Chanel lipstick in the cops pocket last night. It was gone midnight when she’d stepped off a yacht handcuffed. She was dizzy then. The cops dosed her up with some kind of weird sedation. A poison of sorts to keep her tied up on lower deck. They knew she was a black belt in karate. Just one of her many natural armouries she posssssed. One slip from her chaperones to the jail and they’d be dumped overboard on a fast boat to China. Nora was no pushover. The top of her game in games in cocaine. Those who’d nailed her were grinning while drinking vodka in Philadelphia. Not for long. The next deal won’t be small. Miss N, would get down to business before the clock strikes twelve. All she’s waiting for is her delivery. They have to treat her right in this cell, or they’ll all be screwed. Crime is a dirty game, where money talks. Don’t think, just drink some liquor. Rum is on the deck. Jails in Ms N ‘s life are a temporary stop. She’s a crime boss, so switch your watch an hour back. Everyone needs to get a rest sometimes.

Knock knock. There’s a knocking on Nora’s jail door. The sounds echo throughout her cell sounding like a masked drum with a demon about to pop out. Well, in Ms N’s life, everyone is a demon, or will be once she reels them in. Takes a certain kind of person to be in her game. If a slut is any good she’ll use big time male pigs to honk along with the big timers. Using great looks is feminine power. No male human pig outwits her. ‘Ms N ‘understands the psychology of men. It’s simple, they all think in their trousers. It’s all a stinking game, ‘life ‘. Nora, ‘Ms N ‘, as we know her, won’t take any crap from anyone.

Knock, knock, the sound echoed again. ‘Ms N’, makes the round bellied courier outside her cell wait. She grabs a towel. No delivery guy gets to see her tits at this hour, if ever.

Heading towards the cells door, she blows some air to shift some hair out of her face.

She screams with a voice that sounds like a lions roar. ‘ Open the door clown’, she yells. Her cell door creaks open with screeching sounds. The bottom of her jail’s door is unlevel, therefore, screeching scratching sounds filter out from the rusting steel cell door. Many a dude in the serious crime world licked the floor along this neck of the woods. Stained bloodstained walls unwashed with graffiti drawings made from blood. They all left their signature before they went to hell, or got out alive. Hell on earth ain’t far off from the other side.

When God bangs his hammer down up at his gate to heaven. He then spits right in your face. They’re already full of dirt they brought up from this sick world. What chance of heaven do they have? None, is the answer to your question.

Nora stands close to a cubical inbuilt within the cell door so that she can stretch her hand into another compartment. It’s about the size of a small fridge. The more accurate description woukd be like this ;- an area where the security guards, she calls clowns on guard deliver goods. On avoiding physical contact with the prisoner. Now, you got the drift.

Nora stares directly at the delivery man and says …

‘ Thanks Mr Clown’. Nora grabs the bag from the guy giving him a bitchy smile. Then she slams the cell door putting the bag over her shoulder. The screeching door screams as there’s no time for the door to screech slowly. Almost singing in pain itself. ‘Ms N’ has no time to hang about. Time is money. Now she’s ready to kick ass and get down to business.

She steps accross the dark stoned dusty floor of her cell. Her red painted toes would soon have matching attire from her red accompanying lips. Her Chanel lipstick was inside her delivery, along with all the other goodies.

Taking a deep breath of ocean fresh sea air from her favourite position in her cell beside the window. Now, she could open her bag alongside passing seagulls which sang out with pleasant sounds far nicer than the screeching sounds of screaming jail doors.

Untying the bag was complicated. It had been tied up with ghastly knots. Nora knew allot about ropes and knot’s. They were one of her forte’s. Tying up men during her course of duty had taught her various techniques. No one had escaped her knots yet. Yet, delivery clowns can’t even do a real knot up, right ?

What does one expect ? They’re humans with pathetic balls, from the normal world. No one does things with any gusto in boring nine to five lives. They got a Mrs, a few kids. Bills from sour fake government systems to pay. Taxes each month. What a life. This is a woman of crime. She don’t need to be any boring man’s wife. She took hold of her own reigns. Chose crime, cocaine deals. A few big jewel burglaries, went down rather sweet. Was up that fancy south side ‘Orange County’. California had received Noras last big shot on a wicked great deal.

Big numbers up there in California. Some rich cowboys had moved up from Texas. They were her personal clients close to Hollywood. A far better kinda life than being Mrs No-man’s wife. Crimes a skill for the wicked with balls full up twenty four seven, until they needed to empty them on their favourite hooker. She’s already booked in advance. Relationships are a no go in crime. In most cases anyway. Some tarts turn up, grab some bucks plus a few jewels, They make the crime boys smile, then duck down to another dive.

Maybe those night riding tarts, get a leg up by one of my big boys if they’re got any brains, under piles of boob jobs.

Nora laughs an evil laugh by the cell window.

‘ Keep your knockers pumped up ladies, full of artificial surgeons breast gel. They gotta few good deals going on boob implants now. Wear them large. Men like big knockers.’

‘The plus side is they don’t recognise your face. Men sucking pumped up tits get high, then forget to look the woman they hooked in her eyes.’

‘ Get your knocker’s pumped up like a porn star. There’s many good uses to dangling fleshy jelly. Your artificial filled up cannon balls. You know what I mean? Stick around me, you might get a few more tips from the bitch that I am. Hurry, before the next normal guy doing that day job rips you to pieces. You’re victims to those boring men . Choose a real man in crime. Now ladies and Gentlemen enough bitching small talk. I got to get back to business.

‘ Let’s see if my gear I asked my gang to organise is in this bag’,

Nora focuses on untying the complicated knot. In about ten minutes, she’s got it open. She had to be careful. There should be a cell / phone, her red Chanel lipstick, plus some dollar bills, to help her get by inside, doing time. Giving the clowns a few tips gets her other esssentials. Money talks in jail too.

Nora spits into the ocean below in relief. Eliminating tastes of disgusting bread with sour jam that the security clown had dropped in at some begotten hour while she was asleep. Now she had bucks and a phone. Nora would order her favorite American burger called ‘ big whooping mama ‘. It’s a double layered thick beefy burger with all the sides. They even got organic layouts on the jail menu. Impressive, Nora thought as she charged her new cell. It had a wicked number all the sixes then a thirty-nine. Easy for her gang to remember. Just a few minutes more, they’d be enough charge on the new cell. It was an apple thirteen, top range. She’d send the brand dealer. The one in the cell phone shop a few packs of cocaine, to say thanks mam. Just so happens an old girl about town runs that booth. Keep in touch with your suppliers. Phones, cars and gamblers. Casinos hold a few drawers. Yes where they hide the secret cards, of course.

The new cell- phone is charged up now. Sufficient enough to make that big burger order. Then, once some food is in her gut. The mind can get down under back into the dirty business.

First and foremost Nora opens the ‘Chanel’ lipstick. Great, it’s the right colour, ruby red. She glides the lipstick in perfection over her full voluptuous lips. Now, she’s got her trade mark back on she feels ready for action. The big burger next in line won’t disturb her lips. She taught herself how to avoid getting lipstick smudges. It’s a Brazilian technique and it works. She might give you the fine details later, if you’re bad enough to attract her attention. You never get lipstick on your teeth ever again ladies or gentlemen. Two in one’s are welcome to meet up at Noras favourite club. She’s not doing handouts from where she’s locked up now.

Knock, knock. There’s a knock on her cell. The clown has returned with her order of food. After delivery of the necessary. The security guard tells Nora he has something important to tell her.

‘ Let me eat first Clown. My stomachs rumbling. Give me half an hour, will you ? Then return.’

The security guard replies ‘ Ok boss, it’s important’.

Nora nods her head , ‘ half hour ‘. She points her finger towards him. Meaning get out till she’s ready.

The security guard lifts his hand up yo reassure Nora he’s understood. He gives her fifteen minutes or so resting himself outside her cell, but not leaving the vicinity. He doesn’t want to return to the main part of the prison without Nora. A disaster has occurred. He needs her help. After fifteen minutes pass, he feels justified to knock on her cell again.

Knock, knock.

Miss N replies, she’s feeling much better now her stomach stopped groaning.

‘ What’s up Clown, you look scared ?’

The security guard is terrified due to an unexpected event in the main prison which is out of his control. He begins to tell Nora what’s going on.

“I need to get you unlocked out of your cell. You must come to help me. A dreadful thing has occurred. I don’t understand how, but somehow a pile of drugs arrived directly in the main camp today. The prisoners in that section are all quite mad as it’s classed as the loony bin area Nora. Some drugs arrived without the superiors knowledge. I was off duty. There’s a whole bunch of mad loonies high on cocaine mixed up with their usual medication that keeps them all under control. Maybe the drugs were sent to you from your Mexican cartel and for some unknown reason they were dropped off at the wrong entrance. The loonies went to town, ripped open all the drug bags, got high, Now, they’re all murdering one another. I can’t go in alone without your help. Plus, we need some arms, Then, once we inside the mad area and create some order we can call for help. “

‘ I’m going to let you out now to assist me ‘. The security guard gets his keys out. Nora is silent for a moment.

She then turns her head to speak.

‘You mean to tell me that it’s just you and me to get into the main side of this jail, to get the mad loonies high on my cocaine under control ? Without any firearms ?’ Nora gulps !

“Yes boss, you can do it with me, but we do have some guns in an office upstairs I have keys for. I got to unlock you now, then we go get the arms. We can’t leave them, There’s already dead bodies all over the place, Also we need get hold of the cocaine bags remaining so they don’t use anymore, or they’ll all be dead soon. I have my position, my job, I might get blamed. So might you get a heavier sentence as those drugs were sent here directly to you, I think, who else would they be for ?”

Miss N, gives a cunning stare at the guard. “Ok, unlock my cell, let’s get moving.”

Nora’s cell is unlocked they move on up to fetch some fire arms tucked inside the office.

The security guard guy nicknamed Clown by Nora, known as Bob when off duty. He now feels more at ease knowing he’s got top crime boss Nora on his right arm.

“Let’s go get em” he says to Miss N . “Let’s straighten this jail out.” Bob hands Nora an armed gun. “ Try not to use unless we have to. You know the score.”

Nora gives instructions.” Keep behind me until I tell you where to go, They will be forest out. We have the advantage. They’re high on cocaine and god knows what else. They’re unarmed. It should only take us at most sixty minutes maybe less. “ How many of them are there ?”

Bob replies “ about twenty-five, but many already dead. They’re killing one another “.

Nora takes the lead, Bob follows on behind her. They head towards Area ‘ L’ , the dreaded Loonie area. The fact that they’re all high on coke. Makes the job easier in one way, but highly dangerous, due to insane villains on the loose. No clear minds will be around the area they move into.

Nora says “ after I count to five we go. See the post in the middle. You head to the left, I go right. We will work faster independently. Do what you must. Keep an eye on what’s behind you. Try to stay near a wall to protect being attacked from behind. I don’t want to find you dead too when I get my part done.” Meet you back at the centreline, that post, in the middle in one hour max.”

Upon a handshake, Nora sets off to get to work. Both Miss N and Bob the security guard are used to dirty business in hard end crime. The jail on this island surrounded by sea witnessed many dark stories, of which, Bob had been involved in some ghastly blood baths. Many prisoner's tried to escape over his years working around criminals. This joint being one of his long lessons. He’d learnt how to put up a good fight. Between these two humans from the dark side, things would soon be under control. One hopes !

Upon reaching the scene of the crime. Even Miss N swallowed hard in the back of her throat. Blood was all over the walls, floors and ceilings. White powdery cocaine was scattered all over the place. The white enemy had broken free. Now it was mixed up with bodily parts including heads without limbs. There was a dreadful smell in the air of bodies decomposing. In the moment, all seemed silent within this evil cell made living graveyard. One couldn’t really see if anyone had survived as no one living was to be seen, yet! Maybe they were too late to save anyone.

They’d have to face the horror ahead and take a look around. They’d made a time to reunite. In one hour, at the post in the centre of the jail. There was no going back now. The silence remained. They were all dead on Noras route. If she found one alive but weak they’d be nothing she could do except report everything back to Bob, when she met him in fourty-five minutes from now. On she walked amongst the carcasses. A few had some movement but were covered in blood. Nora would see if Bob thought the medical services could save the ones on the borderline of death . One could only try. These monsters of mad men had taken their final bow getting high on Nora’s cocaine shipment. At this point in time she wasn’t sure how this ugly drama would go down in law. She’d never opened the wrong door when the shipment from her cartel crew down under in Mexico rolled in. There’s nothing left to save either. That’s two million bucks down the drain. Let’s go find Bob see what his story is. Time is up. It’s meeting post to post as I gave the orders, I’d better be on time.

Suddenly….

Nora felt sleepy. She scratched her head it was itchy. She blinked, then opened her eyes finding herself in the same cell she’d arrived in yesterday. She’d been sleeping heavily. Everything that just happened was just an hallucination. A bad dream is another way of putting it.

Yvette Louise Melech

Copyrights to Yvette Louise Melech

Entry for the fictional challenge

December 27 2021