Spotted August 8th
Blouse too big, jeans too small, shoes too tall. Brown hair, barely brushed. Round glasses on a round face. Glassy eyes shining in the darkness. She was screaming as she barreled around the corner of the dark alley. āI AM NOT A SLUT!ā Each word punctuated with a swish of an unlit cigarette.
Her male companion, looking perturbed but resigned, sighs.
āI am not a slut.ā Tears well. Sobs try to escape. She grips them tight with her hard mouth.
āI was using. Using the bathroom. I was peeing and he. He just walked in. He was after something. Iām not giving him shit. I was peeing. I am not. I am not a slut.ā
She placed the cigarette in her mouth, then took it back out. āI. Am. Not. A. Slut.ā
Wordlessly, the man grabbed her wrist and led her towards a car. She takes back her wrist, puts away the cigarette, and gets in the passenger side.
āI am not ...















