Hello !!
Welcome to Wilshire Tower! I’m Courtney Red. I bet you are wondering how I got such an interesting name. Well you see, I have these red boots that I wear almost every day. People can always tell when I’m coming because of them. They have the most districted click clack. This can be kinda tricky sometimes though, because when I’m trying to be sneaky it is very hard. You see I’m a reporter in this small jacked up town. I’m the only person bringing in any sort of news into this town. I report everything that happens. I have all the gossip, all the fights, all the secrets that go on in this town. People don’t know it but I’m always watching. I live in the apartment, with most of the rest of the town. I’m door 323, so if you ever have any information to spread make sure you come to my door. I’ve lived in this town since I can remember and don’t ever really see a way of leaving. But with all the information I have on this town, I plan on writing a book someday and putting us on the map. That's my dream for this town.
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"click-clack," came a sound from somewhere behind her. Startled, Macy froze, terrified that another monstrous chicken had located her whereabouts.
ReplyDeleteThe noise came again, but this time right beside her. Cringing, Macy turned to face her enemy, but found that no chicken was beside her. A girl not much older than Macy beamed up at her with large white teeth. The girl was shorter than Macy, but most females were because of Macy's awkward vertical length.
"Hi there!" The girl said, still beaming.
"Hi," said Macy in a small voice, wishing that the strange happy person would go away.
"I like your boots!" Exclaimed the girl in surprise as she noticed the large rubber things that Macy was wearing.
"Thank you," Macy replied as she continued her progress towards the library.
"Hey, wait up," said the stranger. "I just wanted to let you know that if you ever have any juicy gossip, come let me know in apartment 323 so I can report on it, okay?"
"Okee-dokee," Macy said quickly in her usual nervous manner. The girl smiled again and walked away, her boots click-clacking as she went. "Well at least it wasn't a chicken," Macy thought to herself.
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ReplyDeleteSo, she began her rounds. She started at the first floor, saw nothing but dust mites and heard nothing but the rap of her own feet on the concrete floors. On the second floor, again only dust, but this time she heard something coming from the floor above. The thud of her sneakers now competed with the fierce clacks of stilettos radiating from floor 3. Oh shit, Edna thought, Courtney Red. Finally out of her room.
ReplyDeleteEdna stepped back onto the elevator to find that Braxton kid (her head had been clear enough one day to finally comprehend him) standing anxiously by the buttons. He jumped when her weight shifted the platform slightly, almost as if he was expecting it to fall. Maybe it was this head injury, but Edna suddenly felt compelled to pay attention to this kid in his oversize suit. Something was different about him today. But right as she was about to open her mouth to comment, the chime sounded and doors opened, and a tall, haughty woman with red stiletto boots walked on.
"Oh, Edna!" she exclaimed. "Heard anything interesting lately?"
Now Edna didn't know whether this woman actually knew about her secret job and was trying to pilfer stories, or was just way too cheery and oblivious to understand what was going on around her, but Edna hated her. There weren't many people, other than her parents, that she could label with "hate," but this woman was one of them. She was uppity, annoying, and seemed to have no clue that she was living in a pit of despair.
Edna made some inaudible noises in response, averted her eyes, and rode to the roof just to assure she would not be headed in the same direction as Red.
3. A girl in red boots - She has a notebook in one hand and a pencil in the other. Her red boots contrast nicely with the dirt beneath her feet. She doesn't look up as I pass by. She's writing. I wonder why she doesn't look up. I smiled, but she'd never know. I hope what she's doing is important, even if it's only important to her. That's a start.
ReplyDeleteThe Aftermath
ReplyDeleteSTOP BANGING.
I turn over to make eye contact with the clock's hands.
They taunt me.
Seconds of the day are just ticking away ... this hangover just won't stand UP.
It's going to have back problems. SO FUCK IT. KARMA I tell you ... KARMA.
WHO THE HELL IS KNOCKING AT MY DOOR AT 2:00 IN THE AFTERNOON?
G-d, when did the second hand on my clock get so LOUD?
Don't tell me ....
I hear children screaming and laughing, carnival lights buzzing and blinking, rides singing, beer tapping, and funnel cakes nauseating.
Fuck them.
"BBBGOCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK bgbgbggbg bgogckkk"
Chikens?
Hashem, you're really throwing me for a loop here aren'tcha.
I sit on the edge of my bed ...
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
It peels off, each taste bud letting go like the sucker of an octopus.
I fall backwards.
Beer and funnel cakes.
Who knew?
Bubby ... g-d she always fucking does, doesn't she?
WELL, guess I'm skipping Shabbat dinner tonight ... I'm too hungover.
Fuck, I did that last Friday.
I need to make a move.
The kitchen is too far.
So, I roll over towards my message machine.
The red light is blinking.
GREAT.
Let's get this over with.
"Hey John, its Jeb, you know... Jeb... from down a few flights ... well more like a bunch of flights ... well ANYWAYS I had a lot of fun last night ... the beer, the funnel cakes, and your Grandma ... or whatdyou call her? Bubba? Well whatever, she's a HOOT! And Courtney? DUDE... nice score last night ... she's hot. Sure talks alot ... but she's hot ... Anyways, I'll meet you in the lobby at 5 ... Bubba said Shabbat starts no later than sun down... right? What should I bring? There are loose chikens in the streets ... have you been outside yet today? IT's CRAZY! Well ... after I knocked out that guy last night and you threatened that gangbanger with a ..."
I can't. Do. This.
Pull the chord out of the outlet.
Hey Bruce,
(I say to poster of Bruce Springstein on the ceiling over my bed)
wake me up at 4:55 for Shabbat dinner ...
Bubby will kill me if I miss again.
I hit the pillow. Hard.
Warm weather always brightened Mr. Takuya's spirits. Especially sunshine. These two things meant good business and a nice stroll around town. However Mr. Takuya was surprised by the continued lack of hungry sidewalk sharers he encountered. Most people had a hard time saying no to his savory sweet treats. The people in this town sure were strange. Mr. Takuya remembered his encounter with the strange lady with red boots from earlier in the afternoon. She had scared the senses right out of Mr. Takuya. In fact, many of the people in this town scared him, but for the first time he didn't run out of town in search of comfort.
ReplyDeleteMr. Takuya had been walking down Navajo St. towards Jorri Ray's, past the broken down armored truck. The availability of free money did not tempt Mr. Takuya. Money was not a huge necessity for him, he sold his treats out of pure joy. Although he still found it very peculiar that an armored truck had broken and the people of this town had not yet swarmed it. Perhaps they had. Mr. Takuya would certainly be the last to know if that happened. Money could not be found in large amounts among the streets, the inhabitants all had that in common.
As he pasted Jorri Ray' the sudden clackity clack behind startled him. A young woman wearing bright red boots had appeared out of no where and was following him quite indiscreetly. As quickly as she had appeared, she was ahead of Mr. Takuya blocking him path. Everything about this woman made Mr. Takuya nervous. The boots. Her notepad. Her aggressive behavior, questioning him about the armored truck. "Did you see it break down?" "Has anyone gone inside of it?" "Do you eat at Jorri Ray's a lot?" What time would say the truck broke down?" "Do you have any idea where the driver went?" "Got any strong suspensions about who would steal from a broken down armored truck?" "Anyone in this town you don't like?" "Hey!! I'm talking to you, you know."
Remembering the afternoon again, Mr. Takuya was starting to sweat. The anxiety she made him feel earlier was coming back.
He didn't like any of it.
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ReplyDeleteTHE NEXT DAY
ReplyDeleteI couldn't help but think about what Cain had told me the day before. My father...GAY.
I thought about how that could happen when he was so in love with my mother. But then again...I vaguely remember them together. I pulled out my father's letter and read again. I noticed that R.F was written more than any other initials. I continued reading and noticed that R.F. referred to a girl... his new love. But Cain said that my dad was gay. How could he be gay when he was in love with a girl.
I had to go searching for answers. Here we go again.
I went into work today, for what I dont know. But hopefully someone uses the laundromat.
Around 12 noon. A woman walks in. He is tall, and built, with long outrageous weave, and I can't help but stare. She turns to me and says in a deep manly voice,"I know hunny...Renee Factor always turns heads".
Renee Factor...I can't believe it...It's her---I mean him---tranny. My dad is gay and the love of his life was a transvestite. WTF
I walk straight up to the man/woman and stutter to say," you..."
But she stops me and and hugs me, then proceeds to say," You are his child."
Gosh I must really resemble this guy.
We sit down and talk and she tells me stories of my dad. Some were nice and some were just TMI... But I continued to listen.
After a while I ask about my father's death and everything turns serious.
"Your father cared for alot of people and tried his best to protect everyone and their identity. He died protecting me..."
"What do you mean".
"One night I was out behind Dave's butcher shop and Courtney Red approached me. She had found out all about me and Will as well as him and other men in the town and was threatening to expose it all unless I help her to get footage. I rejected and said that I wouldn't and she pulled a gun to my head and told me she would kill me. Your father just happened to walk by and see it and so he came to try to help me and the gun fired and your father layed there dead. Both me and Courtney were scared and shivering and went to the cops. she promised that she wouldn't expose your father if I agreed to say we found him like that and that's what we did. But eventually the truth got out to the rest of the town and shockingly no one cared to throw Courtney Red behind bars. They said that they were glad that a gay man was dead."
I began to tear up and breath heavily. I could not believe that my father's death was not cared for. And I cant believe I came all the way to Shanty Town to find this out.FML
Renee hugged me again and told me I should get out of this town and that I deserve better. I dont need to be worried about what goes on and thats what I decided to do. I was done with this town and its people and i hope it burns.