Monday, April 25, 2011

Day CCXXX

Rescuing Angel

     Iggy turned around, and started walking out of the room, at the door he stopped, turned his head and looked at them.

    “Look follow me, maybe I have something that will fit you. Sometimes folks bring more clothes than we need, and maybe you can find something.”

     “Daid peeps clothes, hail no!” Morgana squeaked.

     “Girl, right na I’ll weah zombie rags, ya hea me?”

     “Euuuu stink too…like a piss pot, ya na!” Morgana laughed at Sonia.

     “Yea we needs ta wash up!”

     “Don’t worry, you can take a shower, and change, but I don’t have underwear. Our clients don’t need them.”

     “Mistah as long as I can get out of deeze stinky thangs, I don’t ca. Ain’t nobody gon see anythang anyways.”

     “Ya gots dat right sistah!”

     Suddenly Iggy was no evil minion, he was a beautiful angel come to their rescue, and they started to cry.

     “Bwaaaaa!”

     “Booo whooo whooo!”

     They embraced each other, and cried, as they patted each other’s backs.

     “Girl I neva thunk we gon gits outa diz!”

     “Me too whooo whoo whoo!”

     “I thought we wuz don fo.”

      “Come on, why are ya crying? Everything’s going to be alright, I promise… please stop it!”

     “Oh ya jest don’t na what we bin going through!” Morgana muttered.

     “I can only imagine.”

     “Oh no you cain’t neida.” Sonia whimpered.

     “But it’s okay now. I promise!”

     Something in his soft, reassuring voice comforted them, and so they meekly followed him. He took them back down the stairs, to his apartment on the other side of the parlor. He let them in, pointed down a short hallway, and said:

     “My home your home, make yourselves at home, the bathroom’s down there. Take your time, I need to clean the mess you made,” and left.

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