Cultivating Life

The Trip-- Austin (2)

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Last Updated (Tuesday, 30 November 1999 00:00) Written by Megan Whitney Friday, 06 November 2009 21:34

Betty’s heart beat slow, breath stalling, rain pelted the windows signaling a life at stake she’d never known before. Four months ago this wouldn’t have happened and for months since she’s moved onto shredding up white cloth in her free time—never hiding her mutilated addiction and affection for another woman.

The girls fought a lot, unhappy with this infected situation in which Alice had placed them. Lonely and looking not out for each other they closed the door and left Betty behind.

Mother Egan had no problem accepting them into her home with open arms—an outpouring of warmth and love they had never known.

As behind Betty was left listening to blood boiling over the edge of her new neighbor’s tub. A murder/ suicide? While the culprit rides off in the middle of the night; stalking, engine revving lust for busty blonde overwhelming. Senses deaden as he licks his dripping lips thick with the stench of worn iron. She has not learned what love is, but it is coming for her

The Trip

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Last Updated (Monday, 23 November 2009 05:14) Written by Megan Whitney Sunday, 25 October 2009 20:33

Austin

The girls went out that night, having nowhere else to go. They never had anywhere to go. Stuck in place, begging to get out of their mobile home; Betty was left behind.
6^th St walkers blow in breezy night air off the river. Searching, scanning bars for that one man who could take them home, take them in for just this night, and wash them in acid. They found him rolling on cots from side to side; his scent a coppered drum beating in the room while Indigenous peoples of Mexico circled road, crying out in pain. The agony a turn on for the night, he solicited the use.

Afterwards the trail built up sticky, filth lined the walls, jettisoned out Scarbrough’s Truths: Betty was left behind.