Posted by willow on December 08, 2001 at 19:10:40:
It took him about an hour to search the apartment. He shuddered at the pink furry cover on the toilet then grinned and pissed on it. Ruffling through her papers he discovered bills, more bills, maxed out credit cards, and an eviction notice, all neatly filed alphabetically. Beneath the kitchen sink he discovered a bottle of whiskey, not the cheapest but not the best. He jugged a fourth of it and carrying it in his fist went to regard her body. Her eyes were open. He closed them gently. He detected a familiar odor. God, her bowels had released. She had nothing, nothing at all, but him. He slowly pulled her sweater over her head and manuvered her out of her jeans. Lifting her he took her to the tub and placed her gently, turning the water to a nice warm even though she couldn't feel a thing he knew, it seemed a comfort to him somehow to consider her comfort. He gentle washed her, his bare calloused hands rubbing the soaps over her breasts and cleaning her of the filth, cleaning himself of the filth he had gotten so used to. He lifted her from the tub and gently towels her body dry. How lovely, how lovely she was. He wondered if he really had anything to lose anymore. Surely she didn't. He carried her body, slightly warm from the bath, to the bed. A single bed oddly enough, and placed her on the flowered sheets. Gently he kissed her on the forhead. Letting himself out, not bothering to lock the door, he fought against the wind and sleet to find his home and slept the night, fetal position, knowing the next night he would seek Gladys, his prostitute friend who did him a favor now and again. He slept long and deep and felt warmed somehow by his heart. He had helped someone that night, honestly helped someone. Her untouched body clean on the flowered sheets lived in his memory for weeks and oddly enough he could remember her scent for months later.
The End lol