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