Melinda stood in a doorway trying to keep out of the rain. The last few days had taken their toll, but that was the price she was willing to pay, even if she had to pay for it with her life. She has come this far and there was no turning back. And whatever lay ahead, had to be better than what she left behind.
It doesn’t take much of an imagination to figure out what happens next. A car stops. You walk up to it. And you don’t even ask why. You just climb in and close the door. And don’t ask any questions. Cause what you don’t already know, you’re gonna end up learning pretty fast.
Melinda stared up at the ceiling and counted the cracks in the plaster above her head. She closed her eyes, clutching the dirty sheets in her hand. She didn’t speak or even move. She just lay there until it was over. And when she heard the door close and she knew he was gone, she opened her eyes. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop herself from crying.
She pulled down her top and sat on the edge of the bed staring down at the crumpled pieces of paper in her hand, tokens for what she had sold. She looked over at the stain on the mattress, stuffed the money into the pocket of her jeans and headed out the door and into the street, to do it all over again. She was a big girl now, in a big city, doing big time down on skid row.