Cityscapes

C’mere bitch.

She sits on his lap and he sniffs at her. He passes her his beer.

You smell fresh, he says. I stink, smell like shit. I need to shower. Hehehehe!

The girl nods.

Are those yours?

She points to the table.

You want, yeah. Yeah, the man says.

A clicking sound comes from his skull.

The man stands and picks her up, his arms are strong. He does stink. He carries the girl into the bathroom. She takes her clothes off and he touches her back. He removes drugs from his pocket and lets her at them. He’s behind her smiling in the mirror and she smiles at her reflection and his.

Small thing, he says. Small little bitch.

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