One Night Out

It is indeed a dark night, and a piece of me is gone. All I have is this shot, and the hope to survive through one more morning, in a bed full of women

One Night Out

 

Narrator

“It’s cold outside, as much as I want to believe, she’s gone. I warm my hands inside my pockets. The breeze is cutting through the edges of my ears. I loved her, but now, it’s all over.”

A deep voice, crashes in the dark, suddenly silence.

“The streets are somewhat my place, not a cool place, more like a hospice, and I am crazy for that matter, though I never go out with the loonies, the place is always open for more to come, cars rolling in the sidewalks and prostitutes doing their thing in the alleys. The crazy seem to have something in common, they all roll by night, and when the bell tools, honey, nothing is to do.”

The Blind Man

“Hey, you on the other side! Help me here. I can’t see a f*****g thing.”

The kid suspects and avoids the man, until he calls him again.

“I won’t harm you. I just need to cross the street.”

The kid

“I can’t, my father won’t let me”

A shrill voice is heard, the kid is frozen.

The Blind Man

“Well, what are you doing alone at a time like this?”

The kid

“It’s none of your business”

Said bravely the boy.

The Blind Man

“How old are you anyways?”

The Kid

“Old enough to kill you, that is, if I have to. You’re a fool Blind Man, you shouldn’t be here.”

 

 The Blind Man

“Sure, and neither do you, so how about coming here? I’ll give you some money, I just really need to get home.”

Narrator

“The kid had no signs of danger, so he went foward to help the man. While this happens I think of her, and how I’m troubled by the sad goodbye, or should I call it, see ya! In the next life. She called me a son of a b***h. Cracked the cars window and lighted a cigarrete. I watched, slowly trying to convince her to go back to bed. And then I see the blood on my shirt, and a scar, it looked like some lioness had spared me a kidney, with a gigantic bite. I don’t ask. The car fails to turn on. She screams. Here honey, I’ll do it for you. A mad, mad woman I say. She rushes to bite my hand. I probably atribute this to some comment I made. The car runs and the smoke rises as the night goes deep into the scary horizon.”

The Bartender

“First of all, I never heard of a prostitute called Helena. Isn’t that a saint? You must surely be wrong, but listen to me, never make prejudiced comments about the working ladies in this joint again, here me? I’ll break your jaw.”

He dried his hands on a napkin of white cotton, which stains of dark black disgusted anyone who saw it.

The Client

“Don’t want no problem sir. As a lover of the ladies myself, I agree that they’re all saints in the eyes of god”

Said the man, in adequate vestimenta.

The Bartender

“Better this way my son, and listen, the next one is on the house”

He cleaned a shot glass and poured the whiskey, warm as death itself

“Ice? Great!”

The Stripper

“Listen Lou, that man is trying to squeeze me, I’d like him out”

Said her with tears in the eyes

Lou: The Owner

“You mean The Blind Man? He’s here with The Kid, he’s a good guy, was probably just trying to see you. How old is that kid anyways?”

The Stripper

“Oh! Oh! My god. Now I can see his stick. You know, no man has ever touched my face, They always go for the bottom”

She Laughed

Lou: The Owner

“I can see the why, don’t be cheeky though just tell him to leave. We don’t want weird folks touching our women”

He checked the mail, all bills to pay, including the performers. One more broke b*****d in the world.

Narrator

“It felt like a glass had cut me, and an edgy piece was stuck on my stomach. Dirty woman. Now the only thing to do was to drink a shot. Whiskey was good for all cases but a strong bite, it was the end of my night, I couldn’t take it, had she poisoned me? I have indeed sinned. Womanizer. You know how the jealous ones work, a dangerous play. Though I’m not ready to die. No! No! Get up! Go to the hospital, do something! I’ll go to the bar, and f**k my life.”

Sighs. Takes a deep breath at the door.

The Doorman

“Oh! Hey! Hey! Are you okay? You look bad sir, perhaps it is best you take a turn”

Narrator

You son of a b***h! Get out of my way!

“I enter, the place is almost full, but there’s a chair for me at the bar, between an ulgy girl and a fat man, whose work could only be sitting all day. My stomach aches. I have a headache. Bartender!! Fill my glass.”

The Bartender

“I see you are in a rush my friend, have you been poisoned?”

Narrator

“The girls dance, whirling in the pole. How come am I dying to a woman I love? The most aberrated I ever was, was when I slept with two of them in the same bed. But it doesn’t matter, does it? Now I’m in hell, while The Blind Man and The Kid get a dance. The bodies They touch were revisited by all the strange man in the city, but they are indiscriminate, and loving, just as I love all the ones that kill me”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is only three pages of the work I'm still writing.