The last place

April 17, 2012


Benay

She was always high. She said it was life. But I have my doubts. She was always trying to give up gum. Which is why she smoked. Hitting me up. A dollar here. A dollar there. One of her hands was on her hip. The other in my pocket. Looking for change. But I outsmarted her. I always kept my wallet under my pillow. The last place she thought to look.

2 Responses to “The last place”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: