Crazy MarthaA Story by miahstrLet me know what you think
As we pulled up to the gas station there was a woman talking into a pay phone on the side of the building. I recognized her as “Crazy Martha” She was known as being the town prostitute and meth addict. She had matted red hair and sported a lip ring. Meth had turned her once beautiful face into a jagged and rough thing. She wore a hoody and pajama pants that made her look like a raisin, the contours of her oversized clothes creating rivets that resembled those of dried grapes. I could hear her as she yelled into the payphone.
M: You promised me I’d be famous ron! M: You said you’d get me a F*****g contract! M: F*****g Listen to Me ron! M: I am tired of your f*****g bullshit you f*****g mother fuker! M: You son a b***h ron! She hangs up the phone then picks it up immediately without dialing... M: You said we had a deal! M: You think I am going to F*****g wait ron! M: You piece of s**t! M: You F*****g Mother F*****g B***h. M: AHHHH! You f*****g Liar! She hangs the phone up again and picks up without dialing a second time. M: Come on ron we had a deal, you know me. As she continues I realize that Martha is desperately trying to make something of herself. She is yelling into that payphone... Only to be greeted on the other end by a dialtone. She pleads her case and no one is on the other end. © 2017 miahstrFeatured Review
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