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Hunger Pangs
Night smothers the city as rain glides down the shoulders of my scuffed
leather jacket. A gift from someone who won’t need it anymore. I sniff the
air, gaze shifting to the stale dumpster in the rear of the alley. A rat stands
upright, head at a tilt. It hisses and scurries off. I fight the urge to hiss back.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Probably Hannah Grace, tapping her
foot by the big rig, checking her phone every five minutes like some
overbearing mother. I take it most older siblings are like that, when no
mother figure is around.
I flip open the phone.
Hannah Grace: Bodachi doesn’t want to wait any longer. We’ve a
long road to Boston and it’s near midnight. Dine, don’t make a scene,
and get back here. Early bird gets the worm, Alice Ann.
—What if the worm sleeps in?
Hannah Grace: …
I close the phone with a sigh.
When will she realize we’re no longer slaves to time? What are we but
nonchalant shadows in a world overrun with hurry?
My phone lights up, buzzes in my hand.
Hannah Grace: You okay? You’ve been off lately…
I stare at the text, thumbs hovering over the keys. I’d hold my breath if I
had breath to hold, so instead I flip the phone shut.
My boots splash puddles as I make for downtown. The skyline
blossoming with electric light in the night. I smile at the slow-burning
embers in this sea of steel and concrete. The city’s vibrance insulting the
natural order, just like me. The cars parked along the street never cease to
amaze me. How the molds surrounding familiar logos shift and reaffirm
themselves. Like us, in a world that’s changed so much in the last two
hundred years. This world is new; it never sleeps.
I hear them before I see them, a line of them, standing in their Sunday
best to do the devil’s work. A brute in a pinstripe suit, clipboard in hand,
looms over the entrance to the chaos within. The deep pulse of the
thumping bass reverberates from within the three-story club. White brick
walls accented in broad black slants spiral down to the pavement, an
attempt to be hip. Do humans say hip anymore?
I fall in line behind a pair of girls, blonde and brunette, wearing short
dresses that cling to the curves of their haunches. The whirring headlights
of passing traffic whiz by, kicking up mist when a car veers close to the
curb.
“I can’t wait to get inside,” the brunette says, her fingers stretching the
fabric of her dress over her thighs. “It’s so cold out here.”
The teeth above my teeth quiver, and my tongue glides over them as
they descend in anticipation.
Pairs are harder, but more rewarding.
The blonde reaches into her hardly-qualifying-as-a-bag and removes an
orange prescription bottle.
“Here, babe,” she says, plucking a pill from the container, extending it
to the brunette with painted nails. “This will warm you up.”
“Sarah!” The brunette says, head whipping around as she recoils from
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