Dec 02, 2005 17:59
Here's the vignetteish type thing I promised, edited just enough for smooth reading. Everything else is raw. (Hopefully short enough I didn't make huge mistakes.
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The alleyways were safe. Yes, they were dark, and held all sorts of trash, toxic, human, and otherwise, but they were havens compared to out in the light. She saw back here, and was not seen; after all, she was just another bit of trash. A small girl, with dirty, torn clothes to match dirty, torn hands and dirty, torn feet. It helped her blend in, the dirt. Cleanliness was not known here; if she were clean, she would not be of here. Just another piece of trash picking through the others, that was the way of life.
Suddenly, there was a noise. A rustling, light clanking sound as the man stood up from under a pile of old cans, discarded flimsies, and empty cigarette boxes.
He was of the alleyways too, she could tell. He had the same dirt, the same tears. He seemed tall, and under the dirt and rags she could see a belly which stood out from the drooping flesh like a swollen, oversized tick. His squinty eyes were red, his hands cracked and filthy as he beckoned at her.
"Hey, girl, c'mere."
She could smell the liquid courage on his breath, rank and sweet. She did the only thing she could.
She ran.
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