Back-alley left to dumpsters, syringes and rats. Entering, Jed had been in a world of hitting first and leaving fast. That was before; when he still had a tenacious hold on the iron-pipe; weapon by chance; not by choice.
He recalled the lure of her voice; sounding different now:
“I want you to remember — two years ago”
He shivered slightly, oily tarmac on his skin; she said no, and no again; NO; just teasing he thought. But he had proved himself; not giving in. She had been perfectly silent when he left her.
“Good — time to leave” – he heard the click-clack of stiletto heels departing.
Then through blurry eyes; the menace of steel enforced workman’s boots — approaching.
“Hi Jed, I’m Brenda’s brother — I will be your teacher tonight”,
“No, no, NO” — Only dumpsters listening; too late Jed finally learned what NO means.
It’s been a very long time since I wrote for Angela Geoff’s Visdare prompt. If your taste is for great black-and-white photo, this is the place to go.