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The Pill Box Hat

The Pill Box Hat

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Published by Mantra Lotus
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Published by: Mantra Lotus on Jan 06, 2012
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The Pill Box Hat
Good night Sweetheart, well, it's time to go, dah dah dah dah da.. Good night Sweetheart, well it's time to go
.." hummed from her throat.She wore a black pinstriped, pencil length skirt, with tailored white shirt deeply tucked. She looselytoddled with wide hips. Her weight shifting uneasy on her crooked heel; bent from an unfortunatemishap with a sidewalk crack.A veiled, black Pill Box Hat, covered her dark hair; with a few tasseled strands, flustering about. Sheoozed step by step. Stealthily, she glided. Her head held high and a yellow clutch buried underneathher armpit. Bright Berried lipstick tainted her lips and way too much rouge hid her cheeks.Up the concrete steps, she climbed. Holding black banister, and swinging opposite arm shyly behindher.The glowing orange bell she pressed.A loosely dressed young woman answered the door. She wore an over-sized, dingy T-shirt that hungfrom her shoulders. It barely covered her bare bottom. Her hair was unkempt and a violet bruise onher chest, peeked from underneath."
 Are you her 
?" she hinted. While slightly opening the door."
Why, who else would I be, darling 
?" She mockingly whispered... Her voice was rasp, husky andslow. The girl widened the door and she entered.."
 He's in the bedroom at the top of the stairs.
" The girl pointed."
" she briefed.As the woman turned to leave.. The girl interrupted, "
Um. Mam, don't you need something else? mean do you have help coming?
 Ha!.. No honey, we need this to be discreet. Don't cha worry none, love.. I got it under control.
" Shesmirked.She entered the room and discovered a gray haired, critically aged man, sprawled across the bed onhis back. His head lay twisted, his chin was upright, and a single stream of blood hung from thecorner of his mouth."
Tis Tis
" She shook her head. "
 I don't feel sorry for you, you sick old bastard 
." She went behind him,cigar in lip.."
 Aye honey.. you gotta light?
" she called out."
Uhh..Yes Mam
." She peeped. Up the stairs and in the room she darted. She held the light under thewoman's cigar... "
Thanks babe
." "
 Hunh hunh
." The girl quickly sang."
 Darling, get that door for me..
" said the woman, (nodding toward the bathroom)"
Yes. Mam
."...She grabbed the man by the top of his arms, and tugged him from the bed to the floor. When his bodyhit the floor a pop of blood gushed from underneath him..
 Damn honey, how long has he been dead 
 Just a couple of hours
." she responded."
 Fuck, this bastard probably didn't have long to live anyway
." She pulled him into the bathroom androlled him in the tub.. the clicks of her heels tickled the girl..
Umph. Umph. Umph
... She shook her head. "
What a mess!
" as she glared at the carcass. "
Oh well 
."She quickly returned to the bedroom, grabbed her purse, pulled another cigar and eyed the girl.She leaned on a dresser and stared at the girl. She pitied her."
 Here Hun, light this again
". The girl quickly came."
 Look here girly
.. (While speaking with the cigar between her lips)..
Why don't you go tidy up and put  some clothes on, you ain't got to be naked all the time. Not no mo'.
" (She slightly smiled and noddedat her)..."
Give me some time and I'll let cha know when I'm done.
" She glanced at her, with piercingeye.(Softly) "
." the girl murmured, and hesitantly left the room.The woman shook her head.. .(
 Poor child..ain't got a clue
) she laughed.."
 Damn hoes, getting  younger and younger, dirty bastards
(referring to the men).She closed and locked the door. Kicked off her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed.A deep sigh fell from her chest..
Oh..well, let me get this over with
. She popped open her purse andretrieved a small bottle filled with a clear liquid. She went to the tub and sprinkled it all over theman. As each drop hit the body..dust rose and small purple burns began to appear.. She mutteredsome gibberish and a couple of hand movements into the air..and then sprinkled more. The bathroomsoon became filled of nebulous fumes.She coughed and fanned..smoked and gawked. Her eyes bulging from the sight of him. She gaggedon the stench.. "
." she grumbled, while fanning the air.Peering down at him..
What kinda hell-hole you come from? You bout the wickedest piece of shit I dincome along on..in a long time.
His body withered, stretched and distorted. It hissed, and flailed. His gray hair now..scarlet..andablaze..Wild loose hair sizzled and popped through the air. At one point, a fiery hair landed on her shirt, she quickly swiped it off..and anxiously brushed all hints of imaginary residue from her clothes.With disbelief the Woman, watched.The body convulsed feverishly. The arms jolted and jerked. Raggedy hands smacking the sides of thetub. His smoldering legs..army green with melting pea-green skin; flopped up and down. Histoes..bluish gray and turned under..had drooped like rotten grapes.A blue strange hue outlined him. His teeth clicked and rot from the root..His thick tongue gushedraspberry bubbles. He groaned and grumbled. Moaned and even seemed to smile."
 Aye! Fada!? What's dis
?" In thick Geechee tongue she questioned and rambled about. "
Oh. Mi.What kind of sin is deez? Who's dis Man, Fada?
She shouted. "
Who's dis Man?
 He's wicked for true. I NEVA seen a evil like dis!
" Fast. She placed the bottle on the edge of the bathroom sink, and her hat as well. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, then quickly reached back to tighten and restrain her hair.Swiftly, she grabbed the bottle and dosed the man again. An even louder hiss screamed from the man.

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