The city always draws its breath in strong on Friday night, sucks me right in long after all good folk are safe and sleeping in cotton-sheeted beds. Out into that concrete night I wander, finding all that a good girl should steer clear of¾boys will be boys.
This night I stray too close to the fringe, the end-line. I teeter¾precariously attracted to a one-armed man¾odd noises nudge me back to a preservation mode of, “Hey¾get your ass out now!” and I make excuses.
Panic¾where’s my car? Two blocks away I slide into the driver’s seat, light my smoke, and exhale.
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