She was standing there admiring the street hookers,
trying to figure out how amusing it must be to get laid and
getting to pocket a few bucks. She puffs on sucking back for a
last of drags from in her cigarette then her
boss calls her in from the shop telling her she needs her to
close up the shop for tonight. The boss in a hurry hands her the
keys and before she walks out the door she reminds her about the
after noon shift she booked her
in for tomorrow. Karolin then took the keys from
her boss telling her to have her self a good night.
She sits in her booth flipping thru the pages from in her
book, getting her self back in to where she had last left off
then a disturbing sound of cheer and chants stopped her from
getting to continue. The bimbos out side have sprung a moment of
excitement; laughing and cheering aloud. She
goes over to the window to see for herself, to see what was all
the commotions about. The hookers are laughing
and cheering on; telling jokes to one another wile standing on
the corner enjoying the dims from in the city's streetlight.
Jokes about an old man who wanted them to go back to his place
with him to have a good time. They told him that it would cost
him a hundred dollars. The old man then took out his penus and
jerked him self-there in front of the girls; bragging about how
rich he was. Karolin found it humorous, admiring
the old man for his sense of exposures.
It's a good thing I am not out there rotting my flesh
and exposing my self like meat that they hang from a butchers
She locks the shops door, smiling over to the girls as
she turns over the closing sing from on the entrances welcome
����������� She begins to get things ready for a closing;
turning out the lights and getting ready to begin heading thru
out the back; leaving from out the back's exit doors.
Then the front door gets a knock on as she was getting
ready to activate the alarms to secure the shop up for the night.
She walks out in to the front to see what it was and what was
"Hey sexy why don't you come out and play with us
tonight, we see you watching us every night why don't you come on
out and give it a go." Said the hooker in the tight red silk
Oh, my god that is all I needed now was for these
bimbos calling me out from the shop. "I was
just taking my breaks, I like to come out front during my break
time, and I have a job." Karolin said. The
bimbos finding her comment to be funny; they laugh asking her if
she had a boy friend.
These sick bitches want to get all-personal. I am
going to tell them that I am a lesbian and that my girlfriends a
Karolin gives the girls from outside of her shops window
one last interesting look before she said. "No thanks, I tried
that before and I ended up with a rash all over my butt, it still
itches." That is what I thought, now shut
up, and leave me alone. Karolin walked away
from the unexpected excitement that rolled in around the entrance
then she turned out the lights. She locks
everything up, activates the shops security, and heads out
exiting thru the back.
She lights up a cigarette having herself a laugh,
thinking back on what the hookers were saying out front about
that old man.
That's what I should do sell my self, make a few
extra bucks, get my tits rubbed wile spread em for a couple of
seconds. If I were to sell my body, it
sure would not be on the street corner. She
Puffs her cigarette as she walks on down the ally way, seeing
some of her midnight friends as
they run around the alleys dumpsters. Walking
passed them giving them her hey ok that it is her, the chick who
comes out this way every night. She gets to the
end of the alleyway then takes her last puffing drag from off her
cigarette. Usually she would go by the pastry
shop Cafe and grab her self a sweet and coffee to take
home. Now her boss has her working weekends so
she knows she is going to need the sleep. So tonight there was no
time for the signs of sugar.
Working weekends now, the boss has me on for the
weekend. When I get home, Jennifer is going to be calling on me
to come out or coming over to get me hyped up about going
Stepping in on to the corner of her street she stops and
lights her self up another cigarette, she puffs back on a few
drags before getting in to the entrance of her apartment
building. She kicks the cigarette in to the street then heads on
up in to the buildings entranceway.
�And In a five, a four, a three, two and a
one. "Hey Karolin, did you here the
"What news what are you talking abut Jennifer, what's
"Cynthia from room 8 is dead. She killed her self. The
cops were here, they were asking us if we knew her and if she was
acting strange. It was a horror."
�"Cynthia seemed to be alright, she smoked some crack
here and there but she was alright, I guess the bachelor life can
really do it to yaw, or what ever got her ticking." She told
Jennifer as she walked down in to the hall and as she stepped in
to her door she says. "Jennifer I have a busy day tomorrow the
boss has me on a shift." "I'm afraid to be
"Well come on, I was just getting ready to hit the
"I think she was possessed Karolin, No one would off
themselves for nothing"
This is going to be a long night, if I was smart I
would not have opened the door.
����������� "Ok Jen don't get all in to it, ever
body has problems, don't make them yours."
"You remember those crosses in her place and those
pitchers. She has done something Karolin and I want to find out.
I heard those Spanish ladies upstairs talking about demons and
the work of the devil."
"Come on Jen, do we have to talk about it now, tomorrow
night we'll deal with this, now lets just go to sleep." Karolin
tells her as she gets her self ready for bed.
"When are you going to get a real job?" Jennifer asked,
smiling and beginning to smirk in regards of Karolin's
Hear we go, talking about my work and how I should
get a real job. Then it's the career stuff.
"Hey Jennifer, I need my sleep, if you have better things
do, or lets sleep. Sleep Jennifer."
In the morning, she felt it. The feelings of being used
and abused over having to work this weekend shift
then realized that one of her girlfriends was dead. She
looks over at Jennifer then realizes that one of her girl friends
is dead and that her apartment building was in a stink of
death. While staring at Jennifer lying there,
the smell turned from a death to a murder.
Oh come on wake up, its Saturday, you cook up a big
juicy brunch on Saturdays. If I get her
up on the wrong side of the bed then she's going to get in to the
death and get all worked up over it then I'll never hear the end
"Jennifer, wake up, the guy said you were a great lover,
you must be starving, he looked at least two hundred
pounds. I am going to run to the market, what do
you want me to get? I'm going to grab some eggs and sausages, a
few potatoes, milk and some orange juice. My
buzzer is going to go off in twenty minutes."
She said lightly above Jennifer's ear then walks out in
to the kitchen and lights up a cigarette. She looks around, and
then heads in to her fridge, grabs the stuff they will be needing
and began setting it all on to the table.
Now I can enjoy my shower then have some lunch before
I go. She puffs on her smoke sucking it all
back, getting in her morning nicotine fix then blowing it on out
as she goes on in to the bedroom to check up on
"Wake up, lunch is ready" She said as she stepped in to
her room then
leaves Jennifer to her laziness in bed, holding the
pillow she had sprung onto her face and heads out in to the
washroom to get ready for the long day ahead of her.
�Standing in under the fresh warm splashing water's from
the shower, she looks down at her self and remembers the story
that she gave the hookers. She then works in extra splashing
soapsuds in around her butt and feeling how grouse and disgusting
her story sounded. As she went for her towel letting the soapy
dew run down off her feet, she begins thinking about the hooker's
and �the look on their faces after she told them.
Oh, how come I do not smell any eggs frying up or
those unions sizzling, she better not
be in her funeral mood or expecting me to baby her all
day. She walks in to her bedroom stretching
her legs out, working them in to her pants and fluffing her shirt
wile Jennifer was still ling there in bed, covered in blankets
and hugging the pillows. She stands over her then shakes her
up. "Come Jen, I have breakfast ready for you to
"Karolin, come on its only ten
"Ya, and I have to go to work, come on I got out the food
for you, Saturday, remember, lunch time, Come on I need to get
dressed and ready." Jennifer rolls her self out
and up shaking her hair out as she steps then walks on out of the
I can all ready tell it is going to be a long week,
she is going to start crying, then it's the funeral and then she
is going to get all religious on me.
Karolin's all dressed up and ready for her big day, she
stands over her bed and looks out her window as the sun glazes in
On her way out in to the kitchen to join her guest she
starts to wonder about what Jennifer was telling her of the
Spanish ladies; Jennifer jumping around in the kitchen getting
things ready and going over the stove. She feels that good old
feeling that she was in for requesting this morning; the smell of
that good old Saturday brunch, the one they have together every
weekend. She lights up a cigarette and weights until Jennifer
notices her then gets in a few puffs before Jennifer turned
"Now it's the smoke, well puff away. If that job doesn't
kill ya, I'm sure those stinking smokes will" Jennifer said,
showing frustration and letting out from how Karolin seen it;
"Chill out Jen, god. What's with the attitude"
"Every thing is fucked up, Cynthia kills herself, I'm
starting to wonder about demons and evil spirits, and you're
puffing a cigarette ready to take on another day like nothing
"Hey I feel it too, I know and that's life Jenny. You
need to forget about it, come on lets just go slow on this
God she is ready to bite my head off over
She sits her self down to the table, keeping a close eye
on Jennifer as Jennifer sets the plates then brings the plates of
omelets with hash browns to the table. She gets up, grabs the
ketchup from out of the fridge, and set it on the table along
with the juice jug wile Jennifer set the cups to begin there
weekend brunch together.
�I should have gone to the market and got some fresh
stuff, this breakfast is feeling kind of stale,
"So do you think she was in to some evil shit or what
"That's what it seems like, she's Christian and her
apartment was furnished with that religious stuff. The Spanish
ladies were saying that it was the work of demons. I think the
devil is in her apartment, some things evil."
"That should keep those Spanish ladies away for a
"I don't like all of this Karolin; it's too weird for me.
I'm starting t think the devil is here."
"Jen that's…, when did you ever get religious, if you
plan on starting now than you better plan it out and try not to
get all stressed about it , you start going nuts and I'm going to
have to turn you in. Or I'll send you over to the Spanish
"Ya well laugh all you want; I know there's something
going on and were going to figure it out."
�From looking at Jen and feeling the tones of their
voices, she then realized it, that her friend's death was now in
a mix with religion. She finishes of her plate then sparks up a
cigarette, puffing on the fumes and giving her self a deeper
feeling from in Jens views. �
I guess she has a point, whether or not it was demons
or over her religions. I do not really care. I have to get to
work and waist four hours from my Saturday. "Jenny, I have
to go to work, lock my door for me when you leave
"What time are you coming back?"
"I'll be back around four-thirty, Jenny don't go and mess
with those Spanish women and don't be getting all
paranoid. When I get off well go out or order
some food and grab a movie or something, I'm going, bye." She
said as she steppes out in to the hallway
pushing her keys down in to her pocket and securing her purse.
She could hear the Spanish ladies from the top of the step's
chanting and hissing down towards her. She was unsure of the
words that she heard. She recognized the saying
of demons. She does not know weather they were referring to her
or if they too were all fire up over the death.
Now I'm being stocked from the holly saintanica. This
is going to suck, next its going to be the cops and then the
funeral and probably the landlord, he's probably going to come
and check me out, god ! �She lights up a cigarette and heads
out of the building puffing the smoke into the fresh sunlight.
She then hears it gain
She looked up thru the buildings front side row of
windows as the old lady she saw was closing her window and
shutting the curtains. She caries on down the walk way, puffs
back on her smoke, being aware and now has her awareness of the
Spanish women in her building.
I hope this is the only Saturday that she wants me to
work, I need my weekends, I don't care about the over time or the
time and a half. I don't want to work on my
As she walks on down the shops street she has her self a
look around for some Saturday afternoon commotions and excitement
then she notices a couple of the hookers on the corner side of
I hope these bimbos don't
start with me again, they seem cool, they know I don't have any
problems with them, they were just teasing.
She walks on in to the shop not paying any attention to
the girls working the corner. Her boss greets her and tells her
the shop is all hers today and that it was her responsibility to
close up the shop again for the day.
"I'm working this shift on my own" Karolin asked as she
stepped into her booth.
"You can manage its only four hours, I tell you what, you
can close up at three thirty and set the alarm at twenty to four,
leave a few minutes early." Her boss said. Karolin holding a big
wide smile on her face wile her boss then walked on out the
Well that is that, I'm her own personal bookie. She
is out shopping and slurping cocktails wile I am here covering
for her Ah. Mmm I wonder if those Spanish women have freaked out
Walking around the shop as she usually does, checking out
all of the merchandise then walks over to the window to observe
the scene that the street displayed on its Saturday
afternoons. She takes a moment away, away out
from the city's energy and light.
So you decide to leave now, hu Cynthia, well I cant
answer for ya, what ever made you go and off you self, well what
She shakes her self off and gets back in to the scene of
the city's light, sitting her self in at her booth and begins to
flip thru her book getting to the part were she had last left
So this is when you are laid, I have been waiting all
week for him to turn on you. As shereads on she becomes more
and more aroused over her characters romance, beginning to zone
out in tuning in, becoming one with her angle of seduction,
feeling her self falling in with the erotica exposure and
enjoying the moment as she's seducing her self within the
pleasures of a romanced character.
She reads on getting thru and in to the next chapter then
decides to put the book down and get back into the living lights
of her Saturday afternoon's scenery.
Ooh a phone call; I wonder who this could
"Hello, yes. Jennifer wants going on."
"Karolin, it's the Spanish ladies, there getting all
religious, they got a few friends over and there doing some kind
witch craft in the hallway. They were around my door and in
around yours. They got candles going in front of Cynthia's room,
I think there calling on some kind of evil spirit or
"Jenny relax, there probably just getting all ceremonial
over the death, you know how those old fashion folk can be. I'll
be there soon, then well get some movies and chill. It's already
two, I get off in like an hour, and I'll see you then."
Oh were in for it now. If those Spanish women start
chanting at us and think that we took part in this then they have
another thing coming.
A death signals in her eye as she begins to looks around
the shop wondering and thinking of something that could give her
an answer over the commotion that's closing her in over Cynthia's
death. She over looks the prostitutes, She thinks of all the
families out there under the city's shine, in the malls and out
on there way to go shopping. Then a dark cloud shins in thru as a
look over all the city's nightspots seeing every body drinking
and having them selves a good time. A concluding thought shines
on to her in resembling her self as the mid aged women with out a
clue as she could not seem to find a hint anywhere.
Her boss walks in with a greeting surprise saying that
she could now go home.
"There isn't going to be any business for us today
Karolin, You're going to get your four hours in, I think I'm
going to close it down now on the weekends." Karolin grabs her
purse from out of her booth, smiles on to her and heads for the
door telling her boss to have her self a nice weekend.
Along the walk way sparking up a cigarette and haling
back on a few drags getting it all in to her blood flowing as she
walks on; a discomforting breath of puffing smoke surrounds her
in a voice as it calls for her from within the cities
She walks on with, another confusing puff and not knowing
if it was a sing of paranoia or if she was thinking of
She has a look around trying not to look strange. She
doesn't see anything or any one that is looking her way. She
carries on puffing her cigarette and kicking her heels on down
the street then stop's and takes on her last puff; starring in to
the burning of smoke.
("Karolin its you") she hears.
It is me ya I know that is my name. I hear it a few
times a day and I am probably going to hear it for the rest of my
life. Thank you for reminding me. �
She shrugs of the voice, continues on her way crossing
the streets, thinking if she was going to be greeted by any old
ladies or be walking in thru any burning candles. She stops in
front of her building and lights up the last of her afternoon
cigarette before going on in.�
And here we go in to the dark and on with its
lights. She speeds up her pace; sucking
back on the smoke then kicks the cigarette to the curb. As she
heads up the steps and in to the building she looks around. She
gets to her apartment door looking to see if any of the other
tenants were around then shouts out at Jen thru her door from in
the hall and tells her to get ready as she turns her key and
walks in thru her door and in to her apartment.
�God, what a waist of a Saturday, breakfast sucked,
Jenny's all freaked out, and I'm going down with her. Oh well I'm
home, get a few movies, some thing to eat, maybe a few
drinks�then get her to cook up some fresh food
As she walks out from in her bedroom she releases all the
tension from in her day, feeling lighter on her feet on her way
to the living rooms couch then sits back and lights her self up a
cigarette as Jen walks on in thru the door.
"Hey what's up, where were you, I called you from the
hall, what happen?"
"Nothing happen, I was in the washroom doing my hair, you
now I'm really starting to hate Cynthia," Jennifer said.
"Ahhaaa, that's the funniest thing I've heard all day.
Jen you're getting too involved. You need to learn how to shake
things off and go with it. Cynthia only knew us from the halls or
the one or two times she hit the club with us. I'm sure if you
checked the paper in the dead section you're going to read about
a lot more people who have died this week, not just
"Karolin, you need to lighten up man, that's a bit nasty,
she was our girl friend, and we were girls."
"Ya, and if she was down, we would have been together and
wouldn't of had one of us girls gone and leaving us in the
She looked away from Jen and enjoys herself a long oozing
puff from the cigarette then blew out the smoke with a look
If you were here now Cynthia, I would grab you by
your little hair dew and throw ya thru my window.
She stands up and stretches her arms out in front of her
chest giving Jen a ugly look; rolling her eyes before asking
"You ready, or are we going to stay here all day and ease
drop on the Spanish women."
"You know what I was thinking about all day; I want to
get a devil movie or some movie about witchcraft."
"Ya ok, then well pass by the city's mental hospital and
check you in before the ladies up stairs get a hold of you and
perform an exorcist of there own. Then you'll be victim number
two, Oh no and I don't have any black outfits. Hey then I can go
shopping for some new threads. You better tell me what you want
to ware so I can doll you up for your funeral."
"Karolin, that's sick. Eeuuyyyuck! Your getting bad, I'm
getting those movies thou,"
"Then well see if they have any in porn, then well turn
it up real loud, well get all the superstitious people in the
building all hot and wild."
Karolin grabs her purse off her coat rack then follows
Jen on out and down thru the hall.