Dec
14
A Noirgle?
Filed Under Poegles
A fine, noir-ish poegle from serial poegler Jamie B. Enjoy…..
She Wandered the City
Slut Lick City, Utah. She had a real nice dress on, with heels and everything. She was pale. A small bit of notoriety.
“When you actually die, life goes on without you,” she said as we wandered the “healing” trails. “Like it does in Paris, when we’re not there.” We reached the square, our evening’s agenda still unknown.
They rode the train for over an hour, her and a certain pimp named Saint Gotthard. I thought, “After she has done these things she will return to me.”
Years ago, she was just another down-at-heel ex-prodigy. Earned the pity of an Acolyte. When she wasn’t dieting, she wandered around praying and burning calories.
Over to the park. The black velvet sky. The city suddenly green in exuberant welcome. “Kumquats,” she said. “I’m client Nine Lives.” She thought about getting two streaks of pink in her hair.
She spied police cars. A young man, scarcely more than a boy. Spent his last cent for a revolver. The place was crowded. It was the first murder of the year.
From Jamie B in the 718 (search phrase “she wandered the city”)
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