Wednesday, December 8, 2010

A Snowy Surprise

Around noon the next day, Bianca awoke to the sound of Louie's unrelenting yelps. She struggled to open her eyes as the extremity of her pounding headache became more severe with each high-pitched cry. "LOUIE! SHUT THE F*** UP!", she cried into the darkness of her cave-like room. The dog reluctantly obeyed her command as she slowly lifted herself into a sitting position. As she massaged her aching temples, she peeked open a bloodshot eye just in time to see the enormous rat Louie had been tormenting, scurry through an equally enormous crack running up the side of the wall. "Just great.", Bianca mumbled as she groped for the Aspirin she kept on her bedside table.
For a few moments, Louie sat at the gaping hole awaiting the return of his rodent enemy, but after a few persuasive calls from Bianca, he finally hopped upon the bed to curl himself up in her heavily cushioned lap. She stroked his small head as she attempted to piece together the events of the pervious night. She remembered the sweaty men from the bachelor party, the inappropriate comments and grabs, and very vaguely, the bizarre weather that concluded the night. As she searched her aching head for more details, she began to realize how cold it was in her little room.
Since there were no windows in the apartment that would allow her to check the weather, she decided to layer up and make her weekly trek to the salon around the block. Wether living as a dignified Playmate or a wannabe stripper, Bianca always made time for the beauty salon. So after slipping into her favorite pair of Juicy sweats, she filled Louie's empty bowl and made her way out the grimy door.
She quickly journeyed to the rickety stairwell, closing her ears to the distressed cries of the old man that lived next door. As she brushed by Ms. Pigg in the lobby, she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the wintery scene outside. There was a brownish slush that covered the ground surrounding Watershed Heights and beyond. Icicles hugged tightly to the drooping awning that hung above the glass door. A dangerous layer of ice was spread thickly across the main road. Snowflakes fell slowly from the sky as they drifted to the ground in a melancholy way. "Even the snowflakes here are f***ing miserable", she thought to herself. After moments hesitation, Bianca finally stepped into the bitter cold with the promise of a fresh set of acrylics in mind.
As she marched down the street against the gusts of wind, she observed a strange man with a large staff that seemed to think that he had conjured the wintry storm himself. Partially out of want to avoid the abnormal scene but more so in response to her growling stomach, Bianca sidestepped into the nearest restaurant for a quick bite to eat before her day of relaxation and beauty.
As she struggled to pull open the rusty door she was, for the second time that morning, stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting at a small table in the corner of the musty restaurant, sat a familiar face that brought a feeling of deep despair to Bianca's Italian heart. As their gazes locked she let out a slow breath of disappointment. "So... I guess you've found me".