Tuesday, July 6, 2010

The Brothel





She stood stiffly wondering how long it would be. She clutched her purse as if holding a shield and decided to wait as is. Being alone she drew on her childhood game of frozen statue. She didn’t blink or move an inch. Certain, after the dragging minutes, that she would not only beat her own time, but her brother’s too. Then the receptionist snapped in, breaking her stillness, and said it was her turn.