Night walker part 2

Monday, December 31, 2012

Night walker part 2

Shaniqua got closer to the dumpster and the strange noises coming from behind it.  What was she doing, this ain't how you stay alive out here by buttin' your nose in where it don't belong she told herself.  Time and money was a waistin' while she be messin' 'round here she argued.  Unable to talk herself out of proceeding, she inched her way toward what she did not know and to what she did know, it involved most assuredly blood.  The sounds coming from behind the dumpster reminded Shaniqua of her three brothe'rs lip smackin' and gnawing at whatever they Ma put on the table.  Shaniqua just about jumped right out of her high heels as she heard a car horn blare.  Street noises don't usually faze her, they were too familiar.  With all her attention focused on what lay just around the steel, paint chipped, odoriferous behemoth of a dumpster now directly in front of her, she was caught off gaurd.  Her heart quickens when she shines the light around the corner, slowly, as if a theatre curtain opening for a performance.  The heart beats increasing in speed and intensity as the curtain of light broadens.  Just as she thinks her heart can beat no faster the scene playing out before her seems to slow in motion.  She feels as though her heart will beat right out of her ample chest.  With the back of the dumpster now dimly lit by the light of  her flashlight she sees hair, lots of hair.  The hair not matted in blood looks to be brown.  The smacking and gnawing stops as four shining eyes become fixed upon her.  Shaniqua looking from the eyes to the hair to the eyes again then back to the hair widens her view taking in more of the picture before her.  Disgust fills her, fills her so much that her stomach heaves from its weight.  The eyes once fixated briefly on her now return to their meal.  Shaniqua back stepped back from the dumpster saddened by the carnage before her.  Her perception of time returns to normal.  She is relieved not to have found the owner of the leopard pump being devoured but saddened to see this literally is a dog eat dog world she lives in.

Shaniqua emerges from the alley still disgusted but no longer retching.  She attempts to clean the blood and slime from her heels on snow piled at the alley's entrance.  Damn! it be cold out here and I ain't but made one trick all night.  I gots to get busy.  It is nearly midnight; a light snow begins to fall.  She heads back to her corner, the corner of heartache and broken dreams.  Wiping a tear from her cheek she thinks, what happened to the ho what be wearin' that shoe...

by Lu'
12/31/12

 

Night walker part 1

Friday, December 28, 2012

Night walker part 1

Shaniqua climbed from the back seat of the Volvo V70 station wagon which served as her "office" for this night's transaction.  She felt something crush under her feet as she exited the car.  She imagined it to be a box of animal crackers.  You know the kind, small boxes resembling train cars with a picture of zoo animals on it.  The box came with a red lace from end to end so you could carry it with you.  She pictured a little girl carrying the box and holding the pink stuffed bunny her father had previously rested his head on as he cheated on her mother with a hooker, in an alley, in the family car!  Once out of the car she bent slowly to adjust her nylons, twisted at the knee uncomfortably binding near the tops of her thighs.  I gots to stop wearing these things she says.  I could turn more tricks prolly in a night's time, gets to my vjay faster.  The nylons help to keep her legs warm while standing on the corner in her too short skirt.  She pulls the money the married man gave her  from her bra.  She knew he was married only from the ring he wore.  They did not speak after he placed his order.  She rode him to satisfaction, his not hers.  The car pulled away slowly from the alley.  He be goin' home to his woman now Shaniqua thought.  Wish I was goin home to _ Wha's dat! She said loudly as she slipped in something while heading for the street; her street.  She thought is was a bit of ice, it being winter, or just regular alley slime.  As a passing car's headlights illuminated the alley she looked down to see she was standing in what appeared to be blood.  At least it looked like blood.  Well, it was a red puddle and this was not the best neighborhood so a safe assumption was that it was blood.  Shaniqua got out her flashlight from her tattered shoulder bag.  She carried a flashlight to reapply her make up at night in between tricks.  The flashlight had also been used a time or two to fend off an overly aggressive john.  She had to deal with aggressive behavior in her line of work but she had her limits.  Starting at the puddle she shines the light following the smear or drag marks to the dumpster.  Course it take me to da dumpster she thinks, where else.  Shining the light at the base of the dumpster it falls upon a small, about size six, leopard print pump with ankle strap.  The ankle strap is torn on this shoe.  The shoe lies empty near one of the dumpster wheels. 

by Lu'
12/28/12

Holidays

Holidays

BUSY for some
HARRIED for some
COSTLY for some
OVER INDULGENT for some
FUN FILLED for some
FRIEND FILLED for some
WARM AND COZY for some
QUITE for some
PEACEFUL for some
INTROSPECTIVE for some
COLD for some
LONELY for some
PAINFUL for some
WANTING most

Lu' 12/24/12

Merry Christmas

Age appropriate

Monday, September 24, 2012

 

Lips closed
Screams within unheard
Saddened by age aging and the aged
Time robs
Cries
Time gives to much
Cries
God believes in me
Screams within silent heard
Parents parent child hurt
The stench of it all
Lu'

vist to Pops 9/23/12

Today

waking was slow in coming

meow meow

hear lengthened claws click clack

clutter strewn table cleaned

cold water pills await
keys pat pockets lift clutter keys

raining gently sauna

opinion belly up seconds

sinus wall o' brick



Lu' 9/18/12

Karen; again.

Karen; again.

Yesterday was very busy at work; in the morning. I'd been thinking about Karen and how I've not written in awhile. Yesterday I took to work the bag I keep my notes on Karen and what I've written by hand. I started writing in the afternoon and the story once again came flowing from me; yippie. I wrote again when we got home, after dinner until about 10:30.

Here is a bit :)

Certainly what she saw or imagined she saw earlier had been scary but here, now, Thomas was not scary. He was inviting? Yes, he was inviting; and hot. It was funny that Karen could think about him as being hot at a time like this. What kind of time was this any way? Was she talking to a dead guy that wasn’t really a dead guy or just loosing her mind? Sure it had been several month since she felt the attention of a man. She didn’t even want to think about how long it had been since she felt more than just a man’s attention. Karen always believed that Mr. Right was out there somewhere. She just had not run into him yet. She yearned for him. It saddened her when she stopped to think about him being out there without her because then he too was probably alone.

written by SMF 2011

posted 6-27-2012 originally PAGREENERY

 

One more time around the block.

One more time around the block...

The sun was shining as it did most summer days in California. They waited at the edge of the garage one foot inside the garage and one foot outside straddling the black seam sealer between the concrete garage floor and the driveway. They teetered from one foot to the other in anticipation. Burt's garage was connected to his house. All the houses in this housing tract had attached garages. Most houses did in the surrounding neighborhoods as well. His house was painted the color salmon with brown trim and brown window shudders. They weren't the functioning type of window shudders. No need really in the area of California where they lived. They were just decorative. Inside the garage was something they'd only seen on TV or in the movies. Their friend's Dad was working on his dune buggy. They thought it was cool and he promised the young girls a ride. He backed the dune buggy out of the garage. Mingled with the sound of the engine were the squeals and giggles of the girls as they skipped, hopped and skittered along side while the buggy inched down the driveway. He stopped the buggy. Smiling at his daughter and her friends he gave them the nod to climb aboard. Climb aboard they did in their summer capris or shorts and colorful sleeveless tops. They all wore sneakers with no socks. The girls numbered four. Two of the neighbor girls and his two daughters. The girls were roughly all about the same age between 8 and 10 years old. Of the neighbor girls, Mary's auburn brown hair was in a short pixie cut while her Sister Chrissy wore her blond hair in pony tails. His daughters were as different as night and day, Bonnie had shoulder length wavy blond hair which miraculously always seemed in place. His youngest daughter Toni's ruddy red hair had a short bobbed cut. Her Mother Carmen was tired of combing out the knots and tangles. Toni was a bit of a tomboy. Burt backed out his driveway on to the street. He revved the engine, smiling at the wide eyes and ear to ear grins of his daughters and their friends. Down the street they went. He circled the block two times before returning to his house. All four girls climbed off the dune buggy when they realized Burt was not going to give in to their begging and make one more trip around the block. Mary singed her calf on the hot tailpipe when climbing off the buggy but wasn't about to let on to her friends or Burt. She wouldn't want to jeopardize any future rides.



Lu'
5/21/12

How could she know...

How could she know...

Stephanie walked slowly toward the sound. She was certain no one would walk quickly to the sound she heard. OK so maybe the sounds she heard would draw in a paramedic, an ER Doctor, a triage surgeon or quite possible a horror film aficionado. As she walked deliberately across the floor she noted the carpet give beneath her feet. She glanced around the room which had in time emptied of occupants. As she reached the door, with slight hesitation she wrapped her hand around the knob and turned. At the first separation of door from jam the sound intensified and she stopped; stopped cold. She steeled her nerve to press on down the hall. The hallway was linoleum and her heels clacked loudly mingling with the sounds of horror. She clacked her way to the curtain concealing the unspeakable. With a trembling hand she drew back the curtain. The scene she witnessed sent a chill down her spine and sadness to her heart. There, lying prone and helpless with limbs flailing was Tony; her Tony. He was there at her urging. He didn't want to go. He was affraid. How could she have known it would happen this way, it was just a root canal. Boy was Tony going to give her hell when he was able. Stephanie made a note to send her Dentist a nice card; just because...


Inspired by Dice :)