Photo Prompt by Jens Kuhn
severe apathy; insufficiency of love; failure to utilize one’s talents*
Heather snubbed out the cigarette and leaned her head against the brick. Breathing in the crisp night air she relaxed; more comfortable in the shadows of the stoop than upstairs in her own apartment. Feet shuffled and low voices carried down the narrow alley. The last stragglers from the bar usually spilled out in the opposite direction, headed toward the main street to catch cabs, but every now and then an impatient couple would find their way to this end looking for some quick privacy.
“Mmm…this looks good,” a woman said.
“Just a little more, baby,” answered a male voice.
The woman giggled and followed the man farther from the safety of the street.
It was a familiar coaxing, Heather had heard it used by countless drunks who’d slithered their dates into the shadows past her door. She pulled her feet in from the stoop as they stumbled around the curve; not that there was much chance of them noticing her in their drunken and lustful state.
The woman was walking sideways, kissing his neck as his hands roamed her body.
“Come here, baby.”
The man pulled her into a stoop a few feet behind Heather. She knew without looking that they’d stopped at one-eighty-four; it was boarded up, a guarantee of no interruption.
After a few moments, the woman’s voice broke through the moans. “Let’s go back.”
“In a minute, baby, just give me a little taste.”
“I’m serious. I want to go.” Her voice was suddenly sober, spooked.
Heather heard shuffling and the woman yelled, “Let me go!” Then a slap echoed from the alcove.
A scream was cut off by another smack.
Then the whirring of a zipper.
Heather’s cell phone hung heavy in her pocket as she shifted to a more comfortable position. It wasn’t long before the alley fell silent.
The man finally stumbled by, heading back to the street.
The woman groaned behind her.
Heather flicked her lighter and lit another cigarette.