Exploration

Using a first person persona narrator with a laid back tone, tell a story that 
the PN did not participate in, but feels intensely.  Let the intensity show up 
through the nonchalance of the PN.

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	It didn’t bother me, not at all.  Well, when I first heard, it might 
have…  But no, I can’t care, Jack’s my brother, he raised me.  Just knew Cass; 
she was my friend.  Not like she was my girl or nothin’.  Talked to her a few 
times maybe; never fucked her.  Just talked to her and yeah, sometimes maybe 
talked to her more that I should have.  We’d get talkin’, time’d go by, and 
there’d be Jack lookin’ across the bar at us.  I’d see his eyes slit down.  
But, like I said, she wasn’t really my type.  Couldn’t be.  She was Jack’s 
girl.  Them big blues was really somethin’, though.
  
	Jack said she pissed him off - said she was a slutty bitch.  That she 
was probly hittin’ on some other dude.  Can’t see that, though.  She wasn’t 
like that.  She never talked no shit bout Jack.  She’s more worried bout him 
than anything else.  But, you know Jack….  Doesn’t matter what she did.  Jack 
says she earned it, so she earned it.  So, they picked her up outside her 
mom’s.  She’s sick, ya know.  Cancer or somethin’.  Cass tole me she would stop
over there every day, just to check on her, bring her some food, candy or 
somethin’.  Watch her die, if you ask me.  I sure as hell couldn’t do it.  My 
mom was dying?  I’d just walk a-way, like she did when I was nine.  Stupid 
bitch could die in her own puke, for all I care.  Cass?  She’s different.  
She’s the kind that would take care of her mom, no matter what.

	But, yeah, they picked her up, didn’t take me.  Jack said they told her
they was going to Slick’s.  And they took her there.  God, you remember how she
danced?  She was um…  elegant.  Yeah, that’s the word.  Moved like you could 
watch her all day.
  
	Anyway, there they was at Slick’s and he bought her that red wine shit 
she liked.  He said he watched her dance.  And, when she wasn’t lookin’, he put
something in her wine.  He said he wouldn’t tell me what, like I was too young 
or somethin’.  But he put somethin’ in there.  Said it was somethin’ to make 
her all limp, but that she’d know.  Know what was goin’ on?  And then they just
took her out in the alley.  Just behind Slick’s.  Jack said that there were 
three of them there, but didn’t say who.  Probly him and Mike and both Joes.  
They’re always with him.  So, Jack got all sort of detailly and said that they
laid her cross a car back there and ripped off her skirt and panties.  He said 
they was red, with lace, and so was her bra.  They held her down and beat her 
and fucked her and cut on her for two hours.  He said you couldn’t even see 
them big blues eyes no more when they was done.  Said they left her, right 
there behind Slick’s.  She wasn’t dead when he left, but he said he didn’t 
care.  She would be by now.

	That was last night.

	But, like Jack said this morning – she was just a fuckin’ slut.  Taught
her a lesson ‘bout who he is.  Said he thought it might teach someone else 
somethin’, too.  And, maybe that someone should think real hard ‘bout what 
they’re doin’, whose girl they’re messing with.  He gave me that slitty-eyed 
look.

	Anyway, I think maybe it’s time for me to go.   Jack and me, not so 
good anymore.  Maybe California?

	The problem is that I just can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout her mother.  Maybe
I should pick up some food and candy….


Kathleen Speck
07/03/09