She ripped off the sheets from the double bed and left them on the floor. She continued into the bathroom to scrub the tub, clean the toilet and empty the wastebasket that held several condom wrappers.
"At least she had the sense to use a rubber."
As the maid worked her way around the room dusting and vacuuming she wondered who was in here last night. It looked like it must have been some party - beer and vodka bottles, soda cans, pizza boxes, a white powder on the nightstand.
She just shook her head and kept on cleaning.
"Don't know why I work so hard. It's not like the people who come in here would even notice."
She put clean sheets on the bed and smoothed the thin bedspread until all the wrinkles were gone.
As she bent to pick up the dirtied sheets, she noticed a piece of paper under the bed.
On the crumpled piece of paper were the words, "Help me! I don't want to be here! Please help me!"The exclamation points all had little hearts at the bottom.
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I'd stay there....
Fairy Caps
Oh shit! Here comes the itching again. It comes from those bastard fleas. I’m not sure if the fleas are real; Butcher says he can’t see them but he’s had too many caps anyway, he can’t see shit.
He tells me, “You’ve had too many caps Ethan, these bugs are just from the caps, you’re seeing shit again. You only itch when you’ve taken caps.”
”Fuck off, you can’t see shit Butcher, you’ve had too many caps.”
”You’ve had too many caps bitch!” He’s insisting now. I hate it when he’s insisting.
”I’m off for a drive.”
“Get some caps if you’re going to the ‘Pink motel’.”
Driving and scratching is hard, finally I manage to swing into the parking lot of the ‘Pink Motel’. There’s nothing special about the ‘Pink Motel’ it’s the neon light that I need.
The people it the motel’s reception look curiously as I stand with my shirt off under the ‘Pink Motel’s’ neon sign. The fleas are jumping off me, desperate for the buzzing glow above. Suddenly I can’t see the fleas anymore. Was that another bad trip?
Junior is coming out of the reception; conveniently this is where he deals, right where I end up tripping out, the last trip is always a bad trip, the trip with the itching.
”You need any?” He’s asking me.
”Just run out.”
Sparklinda pulled up her bodice, adjusted the crown of flowers that circled her brow, and gave her wings a little shake. A rain of rainbow glitter fell from the tip of her magic wand. It sprinkled the slick black leather shoes of a passing businessman.
He happened to glance down at the litter of pixie dust and, his step faltering, looked up at her, astonished. Sparklinda leaned forward, affording a tittilating view, and smiled, fluttering her eyelids.
"Grant your wish, baby?" she purred.
The businessman shuddered as if she'd dropped an ice cube down his pants. His eyes snapped forward and he marched right past her.
Sparklinda sighed and leaned back against the motel wall. It was hard out here for a fairy.
"Pixies, my ass," the maid said to her reflection in the mirror.
She ripped off the sheets from the double bed and left them on the floor. She continued into the bathroom to scrub the tub, clean the toilet and empty the wastebasket that held several condom wrappers.
"At least she had the sense to use a rubber."
As the maid worked her way around the room dusting and vacuuming she wondered who was in here last night. It looked like it must have been some party - beer and vodka bottles, soda cans, pizza boxes, a white powder on the nightstand.
She just shook her head and kept on cleaning.
"Don't know why I work so hard. It's not like the people who come in here would even notice."
She put clean sheets on the bed and smoothed the thin bedspread until all the wrinkles were gone.
As she bent to pick up the dirtied sheets, she noticed a piece of paper under the bed.
On the crumpled piece of paper were the words, "Help me! I don't want to be here! Please help me!"
The exclamation points all had little hearts at the bottom.
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