The city life was wildy enchanting with it’s never ending chorus of screams, bangs and sirens… fire brigade? hardly… probably a gang of questionable cops ferrying a fresh cadaver!
It was always so in the concrete jungle adorned with rusty streetlights in his part of the neck of the woods. Atop this flat he could view plenty of gross and puke inspiring material from across the street.
He spied a willowy lady of the night dressed in what he could only hazard as a wire mesh hungrily sucking at her cancer stick… willing the stale tobacco to create an ounce of warmth in the cruel, cold dark of the night.
He wondered how long she’d been rooted on the spot? how many tricks she had turned? Did she partake in self ‘meditation’?
His attention was drawn to a scuffle further down the street, next to the awful green city dumpster where an emaciated mongrel was engaged in a battle with an equally emaciated old man. It seemed the issue in contention was an oily soggy paper bag which might have contained a desperately needed morsel or two.
Opposite the huge green dumpster was a barred up shop, perhaps the owner had seen the folly of their ways in attempting to produce coin from this particular pit of hell.
There seemed to be activity nonetheless, since the willowy one preferred to accommodate her clients therein. Still a rabid looking person or two popped in and came out looking even the more warrier.
Must’ve been a drug den, he fastened the blinds and turned away from the festering sore laid bare upon his eyes.
He felt no pity in his heart, he felt even less for the softly snoring lady beside him.
Silenty he got up from the filthy mattress, slid into his slacks and shoes grabbed his well worn jacket and t-shirt and disappeared from the apartment.
He hadn’t paid her… He had never intended to, he felt in the inner pocket of his jeans and smiled when he felt the envelope with its poisonous pills… She’d be alive in the morning… barely…