Friday, November 10, 2017
Waif
rang the doorbell.
She was blue and
shivering.
And wanted to know
how to get to Sturgess
and Manley.
Dorrie took her inside
and gave her hot chocolate.
Mac and Leary came home
from late shifts, and all
had stronger stuff against
the cold.
Waif never left until...
I'll see quizzical her
again, I know.
"Let's...see..."
Dimples drilling into her cheeks.
"Take all the purple ones you want...?"
So so frail little thing.
"But watch out for..."
Shaking so with laughter as to
blur the weak rays angling in
from the street light.
"Or is is the opposite? Oh well..."
That last...
dusty...
Oh well.
Labels: drugs, friends, OD, waif
