#monsterparnasse

                                “My twelve year old’s got a better father’an I ever did,” he replied lazily, without a hint of remorse. “’Nd as I told Babet, if y’want an act y’gotta pay for it.”

              A sack full of electronics fell onto the chair beside ‘Nasse – everything from old ipods to new google phones which were somehow worth less than the nano’s.

He did not anticipate being shoved full force into the brick.  Though, admittedly, he very well should have.  The events leading up to the attack would not have warranted such violence, but the snide remarks that began their verbal, and now physical exchange, did.  

Something about a dead man.           Something about loose ends.                      Something about their reputation.                                Something about someone being at fault.                                             Et cetera.  

After Babet spat at the boy’s feet (here is the fatal flaw), he turned his back to the young man, with the incorrect conclusion that their short squabble was over.  Because to him, this sort of argument was only a waste of their time.  Perhaps he had said some things that struck a nerve or could be deemed harsh on some levels, but was that not simply considered banter amongst the criminal classes?  

     TODAY she has foregone the expensive dresses  ,  the methodic rituals  ,  &  the crown .     she has rid herself of duty & riches in exchange for a pair shades  &  a large  ,  bright hat  ;  the most ubiquitous  &  unassuming things she is permitted to own .     for now she is a girl like any other - milder in touch  ,  more subtle in grace  ,  a sore thumb to those who know what to look for .     this is as close to normalcy as she can synthesize .     free for a moment until she is pulled by the fancy of others  ,  she lets herself be simply present .