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Tuesday, October 4, 2011

From "Stories from the Asphalt" by John Sparger

Ms. H, looking spectacular in black lycra Bells and a spaghetti strap Tank, slithered across the lawn holding the morning paper.

“Rise and shine, Goldilocks.”

Sprawled out on the front stoop, I cracked an eyelid and spied my approaching neighbor. Not the most masculine pet name I’ve been given, but one look at this beauteous creature and I doubt you’d be apt to complain.

“Hey Cinnamon.”

Not her real name, of course. Merely a stage name, façade. A veil we all hide behind in various degrees at one time or another. I knew her real name. I just thought it best not to use it in public. Lest the Vultures that abound be in earshot of the Sound.

She lived on the top floor of the two story stucco I seemed to have been guarding that dawn. Just your typical girl next door (upstairs) who happens to be an Exotic Dancer. Yeah that’s right—Stripper.

“Rough nite, Johnny?”

1 comment:

Sparger said...

Hey Bryan -

Thanks for sharing a bit of Cinnamon from the book. Folks can see the complete story (among others) over at the book site - Stories from the Asphalt under excerpts.

Good luck on everyone's projects!


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