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someone who got sick. It was really beautiful, the lights shimmered off the waters as the city glowed a dim orange in the night. Snaking my way through the wooden boardwalk, I continued my walk aimlessly through the night.
"Lighten up grouch." Fatima said from behind me, I turned to see a young woman in a dress that I could hardly recognize. Her hair was done and pinned up, and her silk green dress hugged her body all the way to the floor. A slit in her dress rode all the way up to her thighs.
"You look..." I stammered, before I could finish, she took my arm and dragged me to a stand with freshly squeezed mango drinks. I took a sip of the heavenly goodness and treasured the silky feeling sliding down my dry throat. "Thanks for this." I said to her, crushing my cup and tossing it into a nearby garbage can.
She didn't respond, she just stared at me with her deep green eyes as she sipped her drink and whimpered a simple "Mhmm." She took my arm again as we walked the boardwalk looking at all the people hustling for the tourists’ money, it was quite funny some of the stories people were telling.
Fatima shivered, as a cool draft came in from the bay. "Cold?" I said, putting my arm around her. She said nothing, just smiled as we continued our walk until she led me to the water mill by the bay. She grabbed my hand and led me into it.
The old wooden door creaked open, as she slipped inside letting go of me. What the hell is she up to now? Did she find out about a score and didn't tell me? What a devil. I followed behind carefully, I stepped with caution trying to stay as quiet as possible. It was near impossible with the god fucking old wooden boards. "Fatima!" I whispered out, as I navigated poorly through the dark room. I bumped into about two objects I still don't know what they were to this day before I made it out a doorway into a room with a large window overlooking the boardwalk. Fatima stood looking out the window with a lit torch hanging from the windowsill.
"You know, I've slept here a few times in my younger days, when I had no other place to stay. My father would lock the house door and tell me, 'go survive the night.'" I took a seat on a pile of hay behind her. I could feel that she cared about this place a lot. This is the first time she told me something about herself. "There were days I slept in a animal pen, on the streets, but one day I wandered barefoot for hours. And when I couldn't walk anymore, I just broke into this place and slept." She said pulling the pin put of her hair and placing it on the window. "It was the first time I had slept in days, and it was the best sleep I’ve had in years."
I looked at her blank eyes staring into the night sky, "Yeah, I guess me and you both had nights like that." My youth days weren't anything to brag about. I've been an orphan for as long as I can remember. I don’t even know where I was born, or what nationality I am. "I've been on the move so much in my life, I don't even know what a home is. I would like that, a home."
"Your home is where you make it, no?" She said, circling around the room. Lying back on the hay I whispered.
"Nah, that's what folks that never experienced homeless-ness tell you." I started kicking off my boots to get cozier, this place was not bad at all, warmed by the fire, yet cooled by the bay wind. The buzzing from the crowd below made it seem like you had a full house of family around you.
Fatima came and sat beside me, taking her eyes away from the bay and directing her piercing stare onto me.
Chapter Three
Chimes from the morning church bells echoed throughout the city waking me from a mostly blissful sleep. But I can't complain, over top my stomach laid a fallen angel whom I believe was sent from the heavens to wander this wretched earth aimlessly. Groaning at my movement she fell over onto the soft haystack and continued her dream undisturbed. The squalls of
"Lighten up grouch." Fatima said from behind me, I turned to see a young woman in a dress that I could hardly recognize. Her hair was done and pinned up, and her silk green dress hugged her body all the way to the floor. A slit in her dress rode all the way up to her thighs.
"You look..." I stammered, before I could finish, she took my arm and dragged me to a stand with freshly squeezed mango drinks. I took a sip of the heavenly goodness and treasured the silky feeling sliding down my dry throat. "Thanks for this." I said to her, crushing my cup and tossing it into a nearby garbage can.
She didn't respond, she just stared at me with her deep green eyes as she sipped her drink and whimpered a simple "Mhmm." She took my arm again as we walked the boardwalk looking at all the people hustling for the tourists’ money, it was quite funny some of the stories people were telling.
Fatima shivered, as a cool draft came in from the bay. "Cold?" I said, putting my arm around her. She said nothing, just smiled as we continued our walk until she led me to the water mill by the bay. She grabbed my hand and led me into it.
The old wooden door creaked open, as she slipped inside letting go of me. What the hell is she up to now? Did she find out about a score and didn't tell me? What a devil. I followed behind carefully, I stepped with caution trying to stay as quiet as possible. It was near impossible with the god fucking old wooden boards. "Fatima!" I whispered out, as I navigated poorly through the dark room. I bumped into about two objects I still don't know what they were to this day before I made it out a doorway into a room with a large window overlooking the boardwalk. Fatima stood looking out the window with a lit torch hanging from the windowsill.
"You know, I've slept here a few times in my younger days, when I had no other place to stay. My father would lock the house door and tell me, 'go survive the night.'" I took a seat on a pile of hay behind her. I could feel that she cared about this place a lot. This is the first time she told me something about herself. "There were days I slept in a animal pen, on the streets, but one day I wandered barefoot for hours. And when I couldn't walk anymore, I just broke into this place and slept." She said pulling the pin put of her hair and placing it on the window. "It was the first time I had slept in days, and it was the best sleep I’ve had in years."
I looked at her blank eyes staring into the night sky, "Yeah, I guess me and you both had nights like that." My youth days weren't anything to brag about. I've been an orphan for as long as I can remember. I don’t even know where I was born, or what nationality I am. "I've been on the move so much in my life, I don't even know what a home is. I would like that, a home."
"Your home is where you make it, no?" She said, circling around the room. Lying back on the hay I whispered.
"Nah, that's what folks that never experienced homeless-ness tell you." I started kicking off my boots to get cozier, this place was not bad at all, warmed by the fire, yet cooled by the bay wind. The buzzing from the crowd below made it seem like you had a full house of family around you.
Fatima came and sat beside me, taking her eyes away from the bay and directing her piercing stare onto me.
Chapter Three
Chimes from the morning church bells echoed throughout the city waking me from a mostly blissful sleep. But I can't complain, over top my stomach laid a fallen angel whom I believe was sent from the heavens to wander this wretched earth aimlessly. Groaning at my movement she fell over onto the soft haystack and continued her dream undisturbed. The squalls of
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