THE WHORE

Slipping off his green, rayon coat stuffed with bright, autoclaved instruments weighing down both his pockets. Frank took a brisk walk to “The Office,”once a hot spot in the city, now a night club in held in the hands of poverty and despair. Frank had a force churning inside making him want to go places like this.
He drank like his lips were touching a babbling fountain. He was sexually carnivorous to the point of stupidity. He saw what he wanted. She stood at the bar platinum blond hair, roots showing, a lemon drop face, pale powder puffed skin designed to covered her age and needle marks on her arms.
Frank looked in to her junkie’s face, slowly they kissed good and long. He probed her willing, red smeared lips and mouth-he felt a front tooth missing. He wrapped his booze swollen tongue around her good tooth and rubbed the place where the right tooth had broken off.
He came up for air and laughed so hard it brought tears of laughter and tears of sadness to his eyes. It was sad irony for an oral surgeon.

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One thought on “THE WHORE

  1. detectivetom says:

    Wow, don’t know if that was funny or sad.

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