Day CCLXXVI

Angel of Mercy

      “Come on…puhlease!” She screamed as she stomped her white pumps on the ground.

     She was dressed in a lovely white, summer A-line mini, and a matching white, and red purse which hung around her neck on a golden chain.

     “Go on girl, go on!” one of the kids smiled.

     “Youses ain’t gon wet me, okay!” She hesitated.

     “Yea, a ite, go on!” Another waved.

     The kids all backed off the pump, and waved her on to go home. Just as she was beginning to trust them, Francis turned the corner into the block. He saw her start running home, she was the sister of the girl for whom he had the hots. Just as she was reaching her door, one of the kids ran over to the pump, put his can to it, and sent the spray high into the air, drenching her from head to her cute pumps. She was soaked, her white mini became a see through, and you could see her keister.

     “Oooooo ya modafokas…I trusted ya!” She cried.

     “O sheeet, ya dumb ass, why ya do det fo?” One of them screamed.

      “Haw haw haw haw…ha ha ha…he hee heeee!” the crowd was hysterical, it was a funny sight, she was drenched from head to toe.

     Francis ran up to her, took off his jacket, put it around her shoulders, and tried to console her. He walked her up the stairs, over the next few days they bonded, became close, and he forgot all about her sister.

    As fate would have it when the kids left Francis in a heap, it was Yolanda who found him. She was returning home from the local bodega, when she saw him on the ground. He was trying to lite up a smoke; she dropped her bags, and…

     “Aiiiieeee Dios mio!”  (Oh my God!), She screamed.