A dame in an alley
By Lk Murphy
5 Aug 2008
She sauntered into the alley lookin' as cool as a cucumber in a summer salad. Those long legs that carried her in could melt a cold, hard heart in a matter of minutes.
She didn't care what she looked like just now; she just wanted to confront HIM. Johnny. The bastard had cheated on her for the last time. Nobody treated Princess that way, least not nobody who didn't want his legs broken.
She'd light up and have a smoke, calm her nerves, get her nerve up to give Johnny what he deserved! What the hell was that nasty smell in that trash can she was leaning on? Maybe Johnny was already in there rottin' away. She snorted to herself. "It'd serve him right, the creep," she thought to herself, and moved away to lean on the cool brick wall.
Where the hell was he? She'd asked him to meet her here 20 minutes ago. Hey, wasn't that his coupe parked over there? He was probably upstairs, right now, having a fling with some cheap dame with peeling fingernail polish and cracked red dime store lipstick.
She pounded the wall in her anger. Damn him, damn his cheating, no good heart!
Well, she would just wait on his car - yeah, she might even smudge it up with a fingerprint here and there. Johnny would hate that! And when he came out all smug and conceited and smelling like a two bit floozy, she'd let him have it. Just like he deserved...
