As She empties the contents of her handbag, she cant help but notice how thin the stack of dollar bills are. Its the middle of the month, the slowest time at the strip club but tonight was unusually slow. Maybe it is because of all the attention the club has been getting from the news media lately. She tries not to think about it but she cant banish the events of the past two weeks to the back of her mind. Two girls have been attacked while leaving the club in the past two weeks. The police have no suspects, the media has a titillating story and the mayor has an issue to preach about in an election year. A careful count of the bills reveals $130, although she knows it wont make a difference she counts them again and gets the same amount. She tosses the notes on the dresser and grabs a bottle of zoloft, pops the cap off and throws back five pills. She chases the pills with a mouth full of cheap wine, slams the cup on the dresser as eyes lock on the .38 special next to the dollar bills. The last thing she remembers thinking before she passes out is “Thank God I haven’t had to use it yet.”
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| Adedayo Ayodele from United Kingdom | 10 Oct 2008, 11:37 |
I like this, maybe you should do more conceptual art....
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