Loretta

October 15, 2010

Loretta stared at her nails….was that blood or nail polish on her thumb…

no sleep…. made her imagine things….

The Ambrosia Coffee Shop…nestlled next to the “Sleep Tight Motel” …had been her haven….

from Her Life….from Walter….from Work at Ambrose High’s gum snapping, overly sugared -non-stop texting students…

Ever since she met Ambrosia’s only waiter……Steven …

now called “Steph” due to his need of a rock band personna…..

spiked black hair…vibrant silver ear piercings…kohl eyeliner…..she felt SHE HAD COME HOME…..she fantasized about the tats near his penis ……

her life had been so boringly, monotonously …..ORDINARY…until lately….

From 5 years old … Daddy had called her his Princess…his Grace Kelly….

yes she was able to appear …like a calm early morn glassed lake….

but inside herself she felt like the sand, gravel … water of a cement mixer…broken glass inside a martini shaker…..

yes acting tranquil DID have its benefits …

BUT FUCK ….she WANTED to be able to act with the natural sound and fury and lust that consumed her Grace Kelly act…she just wanted to be…..HERSELF…to unleash the thunder and lightening storm within her….

she signalled for Steph to refill her cup…..

the front door opened…a 50ish man entered in a rumpled kahki suit …he walked like a broomstick had been shoved up his ass….followed by a much younger girl…wearing a tight chartreuse skirted suit…..she looked kind of the way Loretta felt…

burnt out

she must work for the old fart as she was carrying a faux alligator brief case………

his body language suggested things were NOT okey dokey….

no sooner had they come in but a 20ish guy….with blonde spiked hair entered….he was almost as attractive as Steph…and she briefly entertained the thought of doing him….like wrestling him back to the toilets…..but at 60 her strength was NOT what it use to be …

Steph brought a pot of new freshly brewed Ambrosia over….she wondered what hipster he had laid the night before……he always had such a warm …relaxing….smile….as though he cared about this old broad….

she noticed that Ms Chartreuse and Mr Spiked Blondie knew each other …as their eyes longingly seemed to stretch like a rubber band as Blondie walked to the 3rd table away from Mr Khaki and Ms Chart….

no sooner had Mr Blondie seated himself and Step had handed him the breakfast menu…

then Mr K seemed to launch into Ms C….like a shark attacking a baby seal…. Ms C’s mouth dropped open….and seemed to say…that she was NOT THAT type of woman…..as she furtively glanced at Mr Blondie…

As Loretta raised the coffee cup to her lips…she noticed the red dot on her thumb….

realized it was TIME to get rid of the body parts in the black Hefty Super-flex bags in the trunk of her Nova….

as school would be starting soon….

One Response to “Loretta”

  1. daidie said

    Rob – YOU ARE TOO MUCH!! This is really WONDERFUL! God – what an imagination. You really are great at creating characters – and their inner dialogue! I want more! Love your spirit of plunging back in. xxd

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