A fantasy story by Kyng Kooba (monsterp1@yahoo.co.uk)– Dec 09
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The hobo had been hanging around the junction most of the day. Dubbed ‘Squeek’ by his friends he had been living off the streets most of his adult life, earning a buck where he could. Handing out newspapers and washing windscreens for tips wasn’t bad work but it was getting late into the afternoon. He was getting hungry and needed a meal and a bottle badly. Maybe even a dollar suck from one of the crack whores on his block. Rattling his change bag Squeek grinned to himself. Yeah. Another hour of this shit and he would head over to the soup kitchen on the corner of Brooksdale for a bite to eat. The roads were quiet anyway and business had dried up. The sound of a powerful engine approaching fast filled the air and he turned just in time to see a red sports car zip around the corner. Braking hard at the lights light trails of smoke came off the thick tires. Squeek whistled. It was a nice, new looking convertible but his attention was trained more on the occupant; a young white girl. She was in her late teens and extremely pretty, ‘Britney Spears’ blasting over her radio as she chatted enthusiastically into a tiny, pink mobile phone. All but ignoring the watching black man as he picked up his bucket and wiper and walked towards the car.
She had long, dark hair that tumbled down her back and a fresh, sweet look about her. ‘Cute’ Squeek thought. Even from outside the car it was obvious she had an athletic body. His horny eyes rolled down her slender neck and over her round, big tits, displayed in a tight red sweater. A selection of bangles hung around her slight wrist and a pair of designer sunglasses sat up on her forehead. She was dressed like she had money. Probably a rich daddy back home. Squeek was just about to dip his wiper when the car’s horn blew. His mind had been wondering and the shock nearly gave him a heart attack.
‘Get the fuck out of here’ the girl snapped in a light, pretty voice tinged with such venom that it took him completely by surprise. ‘…and get a job loser’ she added, forcing Squeek to hobble out of the way as she revved her engine angrily at him.
‘Holy shit’ Squeek gasped, stumbling and dropping his bucket, water splashing over his already dirty jeans. He turned back as she scowled at him and set off, leaving burnt patches on the road behind her. The convertible virtually flew, engine roaring up the road towards the city centre. Still surprised the hobo’s eyes followed, shaking his head to himself. Then, as the car approached the intersection it stopped suddenly and paused, before dangerously swerving down the exit. Squeek smiled to himself.
‘Dat’s da hood your heading into there Missy’ he whispered. ‘Best watch yo’self’.
Sarah was late. It was already three thirty and she had some serious shopping to do before the end of the day. The biggest party of her life was at the weekend and she just HAD to get a new dress. As she sped along in the eighteenth birthday present her Dad had bought her she chatted on her mobile to her College friend Cassy. Both were in their final year as well as cheerleaders for the football team. So far the main topic of conversation had been another party the previous night.
‘….Yeah that’s TOTALLY what I thought’.
‘No way!’
‘That’s sooo cool’.
‘I can’t believe she wore that! She’s such a bitch’. Sarah checked her immaculate makeup in the mirror. Like all her friends, she believed appearance was everything. You either had it or you didn’t. She certainly did.
‘Cas I think I’m lost. Turned off the stupid highway like…20 minutes ago’ Sarah sighed as she turned right then left. The roads were like a maze.
‘Sarah what are you like?’ her friend shrieked down the phone. It was true. She did think of herself as super unpredictable. It was part of what she imagined her friends liked about her.
‘Cindy, that bitch. She was saying there was a cut-through here. FYI, I just have to get a new dress for the weekend’.
‘Well where are you?’
‘I cut through Mellowfield on 2nd’.
‘That’s Ghetto Sarah’. There was a tinge of worry in her friends tone. Even freshman’s were told on day one which parts of town to avoid.
‘Cindy. I’ll kill that bitch!’. The prank was obviously on her as now Sarah thought about it, the area didn’t look like it at all led to a fancy shopping centre. Old, sad men pushed trolleys along the street and menacing black figures gathered around corners. ‘Losers’ she thought.
For about 20 minutes she drove. Losing what patience she had to begin with. This was bullshit. She’d just have to turn around and go back to the highway. IF she could find it. Of course by then it’d be too late to hit the shops. A red light came up and she pulled to a halt. Angrily she slapped her hand on the steering wheel. It was the first time she’d really looked around. Overhead to the right was an overpass and beneath an area filled with boxes, debris and corrugated tin shacks. Homeless people. Worthless people. Sarah smirked as two black whores came out from a shop front and began walking together up the street. They were both mid thirties and wore too much makeup and ridiculously short dresses. One was overweight with huge breasts that were almost falling out of her outfit. This place was a hole. The light turned green. Finally.
Speeding around the corner another red light. Slamming on the brakes Sarah cursed again. She was never going to get out of here. Better to have just stayed in and spent the afternoon by her Dad’s pool. An old man of maybe sixty limped from under the underpass. A bucket and wiper in his hand. Not another one. She’d already past one loser on the highway and told him were to go. He looked filthy. Disgusting.
‘Clean yo windshield Miss?’ he gasped in a friendly tone.
‘How about you get lost’ she replied scornfully without looking at him. The man looked puzzled. ‘Come on fucker!’ she shouted. ‘Get out of the fucking way’.
‘Hey you’ came a deep, gravel voice. Enjoying a smoke by the street-sign was a big, black man. Sarah hadn’t seen him until then but he was tall and broad with a thick beard and matted hair. Tattoo’s down both heavily muscled arms. ‘Watch yo mouth’ he said, jabbing a finger towards her.
‘Fuck you!’ Sarah laughed as the light turned to green. She put her foot to the floor, shooting him the finger as she burned left around the corner. Turning to look over her shoulder she grinned. That’d told them alright. Losers! She had no chance to see the pile of debris on the road. No time to react. The last thing she remembered was being shunted forwards and the car lifting into the air. Her head thudding into the drivers airbag. Then darkness.
The faint sound of voices around her. Fuzzy shapes. Sarah was suddenly aware she was lying on the road. The tar hot, hard and sticky beneath her from the afternoon sun. For a moment she wondered where she was. Suddenly feeling vulnerable. Someone must have picked her out of the car. Put his hands on her. Likely copped a feel of her perfect tits while he did it. Anger rose.
‘Sarah Mcguire eh’. She was surprised to hear her name then realised her purse was in the car.
‘Mainford. Rich lil girl’
‘Was dat man?’
‘Shit theres 500 bucks in here’.
‘She hurt?’
‘Nah man jus a bump on the head’
‘Fuckin bitch’
‘Yeah man, fucking hot bitch. Seen dat ass? ha’. Her head was spinning. The lights glared as she blinked and tried to stand.
In front of her stood a bald, very athletic black man. His skin was very dark and he had a boxers figure.
To his left was a mid 40’s black man with long dirty hair and beside him, the big guy who had shouted at her. Bums. At the rear, looking coy was, the old man with the bucket. He looked timid as if still hurt from her outburst. Behind him the two whores had crossed the road and were watching quietly. Their gaze seemed the most hostile of all. Finally, her eyes rested on the red sports car. It had mounted the debris and sat completely off the road. All bashed in the front it wasn’t going anywhere. Steam was rising slowly from under the hood. Slowly Sarah got to her feet, her shoes scratching on the road. This was a nightmare.
‘What the fuck you call dat?’ The big man said. He looked angry as hell. ‘Could have killed someone’.
‘Fuck you’ Sarah repeated to him, wandering towards the car. ‘Where’s my phone? Hey give that back!’. The athletic man was down on one knee, searching through her Guchi handbag. His older friend now going through the glove compartment of the car. Her mobile was in his other hand.
‘Hey Moby’ he said tossing a small, green bag to the big man.
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The hobo had been hanging around the junction most of the day. Dubbed ‘Squeek’ by his friends he had been living off the streets most of his adult life, earning a buck where he could. Handing out newspapers and washing windscreens for tips wasn’t bad work but it was getting late into the afternoon. He was getting hungry and needed a meal and a bottle badly. Maybe even a dollar suck from one of the crack whores on his block. Rattling his change bag Squeek grinned to himself. Yeah. Another hour of this shit and he would head over to the soup kitchen on the corner of Brooksdale for a bite to eat. The roads were quiet anyway and business had dried up. The sound of a powerful engine approaching fast filled the air and he turned just in time to see a red sports car zip around the corner. Braking hard at the lights light trails of smoke came off the thick tires. Squeek whistled. It was a nice, new looking convertible but his attention was trained more on the occupant; a young white girl. She was in her late teens and extremely pretty, ‘Britney Spears’ blasting over her radio as she chatted enthusiastically into a tiny, pink mobile phone. All but ignoring the watching black man as he picked up his bucket and wiper and walked towards the car.
She had long, dark hair that tumbled down her back and a fresh, sweet look about her. ‘Cute’ Squeek thought. Even from outside the car it was obvious she had an athletic body. His horny eyes rolled down her slender neck and over her round, big tits, displayed in a tight red sweater. A selection of bangles hung around her slight wrist and a pair of designer sunglasses sat up on her forehead. She was dressed like she had money. Probably a rich daddy back home. Squeek was just about to dip his wiper when the car’s horn blew. His mind had been wondering and the shock nearly gave him a heart attack.
‘Get the fuck out of here’ the girl snapped in a light, pretty voice tinged with such venom that it took him completely by surprise. ‘…and get a job loser’ she added, forcing Squeek to hobble out of the way as she revved her engine angrily at him.
‘Holy shit’ Squeek gasped, stumbling and dropping his bucket, water splashing over his already dirty jeans. He turned back as she scowled at him and set off, leaving burnt patches on the road behind her. The convertible virtually flew, engine roaring up the road towards the city centre. Still surprised the hobo’s eyes followed, shaking his head to himself. Then, as the car approached the intersection it stopped suddenly and paused, before dangerously swerving down the exit. Squeek smiled to himself.
‘Dat’s da hood your heading into there Missy’ he whispered. ‘Best watch yo’self’.
Sarah was late. It was already three thirty and she had some serious shopping to do before the end of the day. The biggest party of her life was at the weekend and she just HAD to get a new dress. As she sped along in the eighteenth birthday present her Dad had bought her she chatted on her mobile to her College friend Cassy. Both were in their final year as well as cheerleaders for the football team. So far the main topic of conversation had been another party the previous night.
‘….Yeah that’s TOTALLY what I thought’.
‘No way!’
‘That’s sooo cool’.
‘I can’t believe she wore that! She’s such a bitch’. Sarah checked her immaculate makeup in the mirror. Like all her friends, she believed appearance was everything. You either had it or you didn’t. She certainly did.
‘Cas I think I’m lost. Turned off the stupid highway like…20 minutes ago’ Sarah sighed as she turned right then left. The roads were like a maze.
‘Sarah what are you like?’ her friend shrieked down the phone. It was true. She did think of herself as super unpredictable. It was part of what she imagined her friends liked about her.
‘Cindy, that bitch. She was saying there was a cut-through here. FYI, I just have to get a new dress for the weekend’.
‘Well where are you?’
‘I cut through Mellowfield on 2nd’.
‘That’s Ghetto Sarah’. There was a tinge of worry in her friends tone. Even freshman’s were told on day one which parts of town to avoid.
‘Cindy. I’ll kill that bitch!’. The prank was obviously on her as now Sarah thought about it, the area didn’t look like it at all led to a fancy shopping centre. Old, sad men pushed trolleys along the street and menacing black figures gathered around corners. ‘Losers’ she thought.
For about 20 minutes she drove. Losing what patience she had to begin with. This was bullshit. She’d just have to turn around and go back to the highway. IF she could find it. Of course by then it’d be too late to hit the shops. A red light came up and she pulled to a halt. Angrily she slapped her hand on the steering wheel. It was the first time she’d really looked around. Overhead to the right was an overpass and beneath an area filled with boxes, debris and corrugated tin shacks. Homeless people. Worthless people. Sarah smirked as two black whores came out from a shop front and began walking together up the street. They were both mid thirties and wore too much makeup and ridiculously short dresses. One was overweight with huge breasts that were almost falling out of her outfit. This place was a hole. The light turned green. Finally.
Speeding around the corner another red light. Slamming on the brakes Sarah cursed again. She was never going to get out of here. Better to have just stayed in and spent the afternoon by her Dad’s pool. An old man of maybe sixty limped from under the underpass. A bucket and wiper in his hand. Not another one. She’d already past one loser on the highway and told him were to go. He looked filthy. Disgusting.
‘Clean yo windshield Miss?’ he gasped in a friendly tone.
‘How about you get lost’ she replied scornfully without looking at him. The man looked puzzled. ‘Come on fucker!’ she shouted. ‘Get out of the fucking way’.
‘Hey you’ came a deep, gravel voice. Enjoying a smoke by the street-sign was a big, black man. Sarah hadn’t seen him until then but he was tall and broad with a thick beard and matted hair. Tattoo’s down both heavily muscled arms. ‘Watch yo mouth’ he said, jabbing a finger towards her.
‘Fuck you!’ Sarah laughed as the light turned to green. She put her foot to the floor, shooting him the finger as she burned left around the corner. Turning to look over her shoulder she grinned. That’d told them alright. Losers! She had no chance to see the pile of debris on the road. No time to react. The last thing she remembered was being shunted forwards and the car lifting into the air. Her head thudding into the drivers airbag. Then darkness.
The faint sound of voices around her. Fuzzy shapes. Sarah was suddenly aware she was lying on the road. The tar hot, hard and sticky beneath her from the afternoon sun. For a moment she wondered where she was. Suddenly feeling vulnerable. Someone must have picked her out of the car. Put his hands on her. Likely copped a feel of her perfect tits while he did it. Anger rose.
‘Sarah Mcguire eh’. She was surprised to hear her name then realised her purse was in the car.
‘Mainford. Rich lil girl’
‘Was dat man?’
‘Shit theres 500 bucks in here’.
‘She hurt?’
‘Nah man jus a bump on the head’
‘Fuckin bitch’
‘Yeah man, fucking hot bitch. Seen dat ass? ha’. Her head was spinning. The lights glared as she blinked and tried to stand.
In front of her stood a bald, very athletic black man. His skin was very dark and he had a boxers figure.
To his left was a mid 40’s black man with long dirty hair and beside him, the big guy who had shouted at her. Bums. At the rear, looking coy was, the old man with the bucket. He looked timid as if still hurt from her outburst. Behind him the two whores had crossed the road and were watching quietly. Their gaze seemed the most hostile of all. Finally, her eyes rested on the red sports car. It had mounted the debris and sat completely off the road. All bashed in the front it wasn’t going anywhere. Steam was rising slowly from under the hood. Slowly Sarah got to her feet, her shoes scratching on the road. This was a nightmare.
‘What the fuck you call dat?’ The big man said. He looked angry as hell. ‘Could have killed someone’.
‘Fuck you’ Sarah repeated to him, wandering towards the car. ‘Where’s my phone? Hey give that back!’. The athletic man was down on one knee, searching through her Guchi handbag. His older friend now going through the glove compartment of the car. Her mobile was in his other hand.
‘Hey Moby’ he said tossing a small, green bag to the big man.