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