Subject: Note/Feast/Craft/Kisser
Optional Challenge(s): Included a Scientist
Word Count: 317


Some days in the City are harder then others. Some times are harder then others to but most of us dont much notice. Whats one meal you steal from a dog or dumpster compared to the last? Some days its more a feast, others you just take what you can get. Some girls in the City are harder then others tooin that flinty stone will-kill-you-rather-then-call way. Theyre the pretty ones. Theyre the ones who have it hardest of all, and Im sure you know all the ways I mean that.

Now JennyI remember Jenny. he takes a long drag from his cigarette She was a beauty in the way Marilynn was a beautyin the same way Einstein wrote his equations. You could almost find one of them in the way her hips moved, equations I mean.

One day Jenny slid a note under my door. I still remember the way it smelled like rosesjust like her perfume. The perfume I wouldnt wash from my sheets for days after shed sweated that sweet scent all over them. The note though, the note it said Look, I gotta go away for awhile. Dont ask why, and dont worry. Dont come looking for me either. And it wasnt signed, just kissed with that bright red lipstick of hers. She was a kisser, the most dangerous kind of woman in the City, which is probably where all that damn trouble came from.

Yeah, some days in the City are hard; tough as nails. Its like some sadistic fuck came down to Earth and used every bit of his sick twisted mind to craft a trap so twisted and black that even the human soul couldnt get out. And, Goddamn him, he succeeded more then he even knows. YeahI remember Jenny, and I had the chance I take this cigarette and burn the eyes out of the bastard that built this place.
How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.
-Henry David Thoreau

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson