Jamie roamed the streets flashing her body at slow moving cars. She is hungry as are the other woman and men who walks these streets; some are children of mothers and fathers who pray for their safety and their souls. There are winners and losers on these streets; the winners give a piece of their spirit. The losers that could not pay sometimes take what they want without remorse. Jamie decided to call her parents, her father answered; screamed “harlot” into the phone and hung up. His only child’s crying will end tonight with a ride in an undertaker’s hearse.
Author’s Note: Dear followers I know that my posting are few during these past weeks, however I am fighting an illness and hope to be back to writing on a regular basis as soon as possible; thank you for your patience. Elizabeth Ann