This was written for OLWG#137
I was leaning against the streetlight on the corner of Piedras Blvd. and Vista. It was cold and raining hard. My clothes clung wet and heavy. I heard the car long before I spotted it. It rolled up Piedras and slowed to a stop at the curb by my lamppost. The rear window slid down and a hand emerged to beckon me over.
“Why aren’t you working, Sugar?” a big guy whispered from the backseat.
“I’m trying, Diamondtrim. It’s the weather.” I said, “There’s hardly any traffic at all tonight. It’s just me and these streetlights.” I shrugged my shoulders and shivered from the rain.
“Don’t give up.” he said, “This is what Saturdays are for.”
The window buzzed shut again and the car pulled slowly away, a cloud of exhaust following. I moved back to my post and wished for a cigarette.
The prompts were:
- In the middle of the kitchen floor
- that’s what Saturdays are for
- just me and these streetlights