she stood at the corner
winking and waving at the passing cars
hoping and dreading at the same time,
one after the other
that this would be the one to stop, to pull her in.
none of them stopped.
curls drooping with the weight of the slight rain.
shivering in her thin jacket,
wobbling slightly on dangerously high platforms.
she looked so glamorously tattered.
...
approaching almost cautiously
I walked across the street, to near where she stood,
she gave a gentle smile, a wink
"well, hello darling,
and aren't you cute..
and what can i do for you this evening?"
"um"
what am i doing?
"i was wondering.. if you'd like.."
what the fuck am i doing?
"well, i,
do you wanna get a cup of tea-
oh god.. that sounds ridiculous, i mean.. if you like tea-
what am i doing?
i mean, if yo-"
and in the middle of my elegant and oh so eloquent spew of nonsense
she smiled
"oh certainly, i know just the place
now,
come along, follow me,"
she linked my arm with hers
introduced herself
"Patricia, but,
You darling"
I could call her Kitten
And who might i be?
and where am i from?
(she could tell that my accent's not from around here, you see)
...
Sitting in a booth
in out of the rain (it's pouring now)
neon signs oustide the window, with cars and people speeding by
Her and i, in a booth
of a small cafe, somehow still open at this hour of night,
with our tea
(i suppose, if i'd be paying for her time either way...
and in this case.. her tea
why not, don't judge me)
she chatters on
of where she's from
why she's here
about her mother
this phantom lady, swallowed up by the city
her trials in love with
first: glam rock stars
second: magicians
she's all at once, utterly
perfect
(sorry this sucked so much/isn't realistic "ohhey, wanna get some tea"/i can't write things but just, breakfast on pluto
and thank you for reading this far, if you did get this far...
this is my first story... so... don't judge me? q.q )
yeah, bye
farewell