Spotted August 8th
Blouse too big, jeans too small, shoes too tall. Brown hair, barely brushed. Round glasses on a round face. Glassy eyes shining in the darkness. She was screaming as she barreled around the corner of the dark alley.
“I AM NOT A SLUT!” Each word punctuated with a swish of an unlit cigarette.
Her male companion, looking perturbed but resigned, sighs.
“I am not a slut.” Tears well. Sobs try to escape. She grips them tight with her hard mouth.
“I was using. Using the bathroom. I was peeing and he. He just walked in. He was after something. I’m not giving him shit. I was peeing. I am not. I am not a slut.”
She placed the cigarette in her mouth, then took it back out. “I. Am. Not. A. Slut.”
Wordlessly, the man grabbed her wrist and led her towards a car. She takes back her wrist, puts away the cigarette, and gets in the passenger side.
“I am not …







