two women

by bofa xesjum

i would not do that if i were you. the words echoed in frammis’s ears as he slowly opened the front door, and steeled himself to step outside. a veritable monsoon was raging in the street. after carefully unfurling his umbrella, he stepped out onto the walkway and closed the door behind him. how he wished he were anywhere else! nobody had ever understood him. he had never enjoyed a real youth. he had been warned repeatedly about falling in with bad companions. if only he had had any companions, good or bad! companions who might have warned him about gloria! frammis slowly made his way down the walkway to the sidewalk. how ugly the neighborhood was! even the pouring rain could not hide it. now, he thought, i am truly one of the damned. despite this fearful rumination, he retained enough composure to walk down the street toward the railway station at a pace commensurate with the weather, quickly enough to escape the downpour, but not so quickly as to slip and fall - a potential catastrophe! he expected any moment to hear a police car ’s siren. and yet he heard none. did he dare to breathe a little easier? all his life he had dreamed of a woman such as gloria. it was not as if she had really taken him by surprise. an empty headed dissolute tramp, interested not in himself but in his money. the very type he had read about in a hundred cheap novels, and seen in two hundred b movies! suddenly he thought of joyce - the eminently respectable girl his mother had picked out for him. but he quickly banished her from his mind. a long black car came around the corner of man street and approached him, its tires hissing in the rain, its windshield wipers beating furiously. it was too late to turn back. the black car cane up to him and stopped. joyce, of course. was behind the wheel. he forgot his story. there was nothing left to say.