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"It's a fitted cap...there very rare and were very fashionable when I was a kid." the woman says sitting across from the merchant. The merchant is a young man with long dark hair and green piercing eyes that seem to over power eve intimidate the simple yet elegant blond e haired blue eyed woman that has come into his "shop" that is in reality a broken down KFC where people would once come to splurge on food they didn't really need. Where customers would stand now lays dust and fecal matter of both man and animal. The counters are a little cleaner but not by much. Not a bit of sunlight shines in over the boarded up widows and everything that wasn't literaly screwed in like the tables...are gone. Only dim candle light fills the room. In this room
"I don't know...what do I care about fashion? I think that luxury is behind us; wouldn't you say?" The woman pauses for a second and looks down dissapointed. "What else do you have?" he asks while sliding the hat back across the piece screwed in lunch table with two crates as seats. "I have this" she slides a Rolex watch across the table. "My father bought it, in New York, 5th avenue. It still works." the merchant looks at her now once again almost angry. "It's time..it's practical." the woman snaps back hoping not to ruin this important deal. He looks at it again, trying it on for a few moments. "It looks great on you!" she says with a smile; he doesn't return the smile. "I don't think keeping track of time really matters anymore, just like fashion. Anything else?" The woman looks devastated as the watch gets slide back across the dirty lunch table. "No..." she says putting it back in her pocket book that is only slightly less dirty than her clothes and skin with dirt marks all over them. "Then there's nothing I can do, come back when you have something of value.
Outside a young boy sits up against the boarded up door. All over the building there's graffiti. "GOD SAVE US...The end...fuck Washington...FIGHT BACK!...rise against" are some of the many many words written in all shapes and sizes on this beaten down former place of business which is now a place of basic survival. The boy looks down at his feet which are bare, covered only slightly by worn down mismatched flip flops. His eyes, dark brown are almost as vacant as the building...almost. His blonde hair are almost as dark as his eyes with the dirt and mudd in it. Outside he hears the muffled negotiation...
"Please! Take the watch! you can trade it to someone else! I need this..we..need this. Is there anything I can do to change your mind." An unsettling silence fills the air inside and out.
"No...I can't...not that..please take the hat and the watch..please!" she says now almost crying. "Hey, if you need it as bad as you say you do, you'll do it. I assure you that it will not leave these four walls. I also assure you I am your only hope within the next twenty miles." The merchant replies. "If you think you can make it 20 miles...please! be my guest!" He now says with a pinch of smugness. The boy squints his eyebrows in confusion. "What does he want?" he asks himself. For such a young mind things like this don't make sense. How could they for someone up until a few weeks ago was not even a decade old? In a low defeated tone she finally answers breaking the long silence. "...fine..."
Foot steps get closer to the piece of wood covering the former entrance, the boy gets up from leaning against the door to look at it, and see's his mother with tears in her eyes but a smile on her face. "Hey Jeremy" she gets on one knee and brushes his hair back behind one ear; "why don't you go into the woods across the street and see if you can find us some dinner like pop pop use too? Remember he always told you 'practice makes perfect' and if your going to be a great soldier like he was you need all the practice you can get!" she says trying to hide the bleakness of there situation and the overwhelming shame and nervousness of the task before her to simply keep going. Even to the simplest of minds something was wrong.
"What's wrong mom? Why are you crying?" Jeremy asks. "Crying? Oh I got dust in my eyes...I'm fine...you o practice hunting now, okay?" Jeremy looks back a bit confused but soon believes what his mother is telling him. "Okay mom." he begins to walk away. "JEREMY!" she shouts out, he runs back real quick. "I love you so much" she hugs him on one knee, head on each others shoulder with a single tear drop runnig down her cheek.
Back inside such humble things are no where to be found in the merchant. Who is now behind the young mother who is bent over the table engaged in the most humiliating experience of her young life. "Yeah...you like that huh? Huh you fucking little whore?!" The woman bites her lower lip to hide the sounds of sadness, in fear that all this would be for nothing if her true feelings were heard by this ruthless man. "Say I'm a dumb whore!" he says now thrusting faster, she pretends she didn't hear it "SAY IT!" he now yells she whispers out a faint sentence "..I'm a dumb whore..." with tears that are coming down her face uncontrollably. "I wouldn't cry if I was you...that's only make you need more!" he says now laughing.
The woman exits the KFC who sees Jeremy across the street petting a cat. "Jeremy!...let's go" she says with no emotion trying to hide what just happens from her young yet clever little boy. "I found a cat mom! I was going to kill it like pop pop taught me but...he started rubbing against me...I couldn't do it" he replies on one knee petting the calico kitten as young and innocent as him. "It's okay, let's go back!". Jeremy picks up the cat and runs across the street reuniting with his emotionally drained mother who in all reality, isn't much older than him. "Did you get it mom?" Jeremy asks, "Yes...I got it..", out of her pocket book she pulls it out. A single two liter bottle of water. She hands it to her son to drink.
To be continued....
(suggestion listen to this beat my friend made, goes great with it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlIQukr-eJM)
"I don't know...what do I care about fashion? I think that luxury is behind us; wouldn't you say?" The woman pauses for a second and looks down dissapointed. "What else do you have?" he asks while sliding the hat back across the piece screwed in lunch table with two crates as seats. "I have this" she slides a Rolex watch across the table. "My father bought it, in New York, 5th avenue. It still works." the merchant looks at her now once again almost angry. "It's time..it's practical." the woman snaps back hoping not to ruin this important deal. He looks at it again, trying it on for a few moments. "It looks great on you!" she says with a smile; he doesn't return the smile. "I don't think keeping track of time really matters anymore, just like fashion. Anything else?" The woman looks devastated as the watch gets slide back across the dirty lunch table. "No..." she says putting it back in her pocket book that is only slightly less dirty than her clothes and skin with dirt marks all over them. "Then there's nothing I can do, come back when you have something of value.
Outside a young boy sits up against the boarded up door. All over the building there's graffiti. "GOD SAVE US...The end...fuck Washington...FIGHT BACK!...rise against" are some of the many many words written in all shapes and sizes on this beaten down former place of business which is now a place of basic survival. The boy looks down at his feet which are bare, covered only slightly by worn down mismatched flip flops. His eyes, dark brown are almost as vacant as the building...almost. His blonde hair are almost as dark as his eyes with the dirt and mudd in it. Outside he hears the muffled negotiation...
"Please! Take the watch! you can trade it to someone else! I need this..we..need this. Is there anything I can do to change your mind." An unsettling silence fills the air inside and out.
"No...I can't...not that..please take the hat and the watch..please!" she says now almost crying. "Hey, if you need it as bad as you say you do, you'll do it. I assure you that it will not leave these four walls. I also assure you I am your only hope within the next twenty miles." The merchant replies. "If you think you can make it 20 miles...please! be my guest!" He now says with a pinch of smugness. The boy squints his eyebrows in confusion. "What does he want?" he asks himself. For such a young mind things like this don't make sense. How could they for someone up until a few weeks ago was not even a decade old? In a low defeated tone she finally answers breaking the long silence. "...fine..."
Foot steps get closer to the piece of wood covering the former entrance, the boy gets up from leaning against the door to look at it, and see's his mother with tears in her eyes but a smile on her face. "Hey Jeremy" she gets on one knee and brushes his hair back behind one ear; "why don't you go into the woods across the street and see if you can find us some dinner like pop pop use too? Remember he always told you 'practice makes perfect' and if your going to be a great soldier like he was you need all the practice you can get!" she says trying to hide the bleakness of there situation and the overwhelming shame and nervousness of the task before her to simply keep going. Even to the simplest of minds something was wrong.
"What's wrong mom? Why are you crying?" Jeremy asks. "Crying? Oh I got dust in my eyes...I'm fine...you o practice hunting now, okay?" Jeremy looks back a bit confused but soon believes what his mother is telling him. "Okay mom." he begins to walk away. "JEREMY!" she shouts out, he runs back real quick. "I love you so much" she hugs him on one knee, head on each others shoulder with a single tear drop runnig down her cheek.
Back inside such humble things are no where to be found in the merchant. Who is now behind the young mother who is bent over the table engaged in the most humiliating experience of her young life. "Yeah...you like that huh? Huh you fucking little whore?!" The woman bites her lower lip to hide the sounds of sadness, in fear that all this would be for nothing if her true feelings were heard by this ruthless man. "Say I'm a dumb whore!" he says now thrusting faster, she pretends she didn't hear it "SAY IT!" he now yells she whispers out a faint sentence "..I'm a dumb whore..." with tears that are coming down her face uncontrollably. "I wouldn't cry if I was you...that's only make you need more!" he says now laughing.
The woman exits the KFC who sees Jeremy across the street petting a cat. "Jeremy!...let's go" she says with no emotion trying to hide what just happens from her young yet clever little boy. "I found a cat mom! I was going to kill it like pop pop taught me but...he started rubbing against me...I couldn't do it" he replies on one knee petting the calico kitten as young and innocent as him. "It's okay, let's go back!". Jeremy picks up the cat and runs across the street reuniting with his emotionally drained mother who in all reality, isn't much older than him. "Did you get it mom?" Jeremy asks, "Yes...I got it..", out of her pocket book she pulls it out. A single two liter bottle of water. She hands it to her son to drink.
To be continued....
(suggestion listen to this beat my friend made, goes great with it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlIQukr-eJM)
