police beat

Her brother likes to read the crime section of the paper everyday. As a special interest, he likes to search for those that he went to high school with years ago and see who was busted for sodomy, marijuana, driving while intoxicated.....you know coming from those that remain townies. Those type of people fucked their first girlfriends in junior high school, got them pregnant in 8th grade and now fight over support with their now 11 year old.

late-night escapee

She looked at the clocked and said, Its time. She then picked up her belongings that were crumpled on the floor and slid through the slim crack she made with the door only to slide into the next room over-the bathroom. She clicked on the light. Her eye makeup was smeared from the edge of her eyes and were now reaching her temples. She looked down and noticed that soon, in just a short matter of time a bruise would be forming on the area of skin just below her hipbone. She touched it. It hurt. Slightly.

She quickly touched up her hair and slipped on her jeans. She tiptoed back into the room and left a peck on his cheek. He turned to his side as she opened the window and climbed back out. In to the night. It was only a block away, so she had no fear. She did know that she could be a killer if she had to be. She kept that knife in her inside pocket of her jacket. She thought to herself, I wouldn't need to worry about myself. They have their own skin to worry about.

Nights are annihilated. Days are just killed.

The record that sat in the corner of the pink bedroom was stuck in a groove. "C-c-c-c-c-c-craz--z-z-z-y Little Th-th-th-thing called L-l-l-l-ove." It was her favorite song, so she ran over the lifted the needle and blew the dust off the vinyl with a soft push of her breath. She had a soft spot for vinyl like she did for black eyeliner. So when the record was back in play she sat down at her vanity and pulled her lids taut and lined her lids without fail. Like a 60's bop girl, she got up and shimmied over to the open closet to find the evening's ensemble. She was partial to the slim waisted Levi's that hugged in all the right places and the black t-shirt that she became her favorite. Her outfit reminded her of Darin which made her look down at her plastic star ring and made her smile. She buckled her belt in place and took a final look--she was satisfied.



Tonight was just like ever other. Nights are annihilated. Days are just killed.