Definitively not autobiographical... Looking forward to developing this character, hopefully with your help! Please comment. :) --Mo
Lucrezia, Part 1
Last Saturday morning at 5am she awoke to the sound of her cat scratching at the door.
Her cat had become everyone's cat, a cat of the world! Free!
The truth was, really, she just couldn't keep it inside.
When she opened the door there was nothing.
Always dreaming of pussy, she thought, fucking dreams, fucking queer...
She stumbled over the dirty clothes that covered the floor of her studio and flopped back to bed.
Naked again in front of the window.
She lit a cigarette.
Nobody wants any of this.
She smirked as she squeezed her right nipple and flipped nobody the bird out the window.
Leaning over, she could see down the road that bordered the park.
Just a couple of crackheads.
As she sucked down her fag she began to visualize the next step in her project.
However, annoyed and sore from Friday's dinner-late dinner-bar rushes, she reminded herself she needed more sleep to function properly.
She removed the top of a McDonald's cup, and dropped her Camel butt inside, letting it sizzle into the electric "Mellow" Yellow.
Goodnight my fellow rat citizens.
May you rest.