10th step…Stink
The clouds clung to the sky like
white sea foam. Two young women sat in a
greasy, run down diner, writing quietly as people chatted around them. Their table was dirty and littered with
scraps of notebook paper and broken pencils.
One of the
girls was slight in every way, from her diminutive body, to her flat chest, to
her short, boyish hair. Only her eyes
were large, and they shined like emerald gems.
She wrote chaotically, with short, disjointed imagery.
The other
girl was larger and hunched in her seat.
Her skin was colored like dry-dirt and her hair mud. She had broad hips and carried a bit of extra
weight in her middle, and her writing was more focused but lacked energy.
As they
wrote a plump waitress waddled over and offered them a gap-toothed smile. She set down two drinks: a coffee for slight
and a glass of water for hips. “Can I
get ya’ll anything else?”
Slight
stirred her coffee—just a bit of sugar—and glanced at hips. “One bagel, please,” she said, smirking,
knowing it wasn’t her ticket. The
waitress scribbled it down before any protest could be made and shuffled away.
Hips looked
across the table and sighed. “That’s
it. We’re over.”
Slight took
hip’s hands and tugged on them playfully.
“No, we can’t be.”
Deep down
hips knew slight was right. No matter
what happened they were connected, bound by some sort of invisible string that
tied them together. No matter how hard
she scrubbed, they were stuck together like stink on…
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