Short Stories

Short Story: “The Lady of The Evening”

“The Lady of The Evening”

I had just hung up the telephone after about three minutes of talking to a man named Danny, who had a little business that operated on the fringes of society. He bought and sold many things, some more important than others, but things like drugs and alcohol and of course women. I was more then a little nervous as I paced the hard wooden floor of my apartment, after all I had never done anything like this before. And just as I was about to have a third glass of wine, I heard a gentle knock at my door. I let her knock two or three times to make it seem more causal; like I wasn’t to desperate or anything like that. So very slowly, and of course casually, I opened the old and creaky apartment door.

To my amazement, I saw a very young and pretty girl who was probably no more then seventeen. She was wearing a long yellow rain coat for it was raining like a banshee outside. And I do not know why, but for some strange reason I was expecting her to be wearing a short fur coat, or at the very least a bright red over coat; because that was what they had always shown in the movies. I then asked her to come in after about a minute or two of blank staring of course. I asked her to come in and sit down as I helped her take off her pale yellow rain coat. I then received my second shock of the night, she was wearing an extremely plain pink dress, not a red dress or a black dress, but a plain and simple pink cotton dress with long sleeves and everything. And she just sat there in that simple pink dress with her young face looking completely fresh and innocent. She was not even wearing any makeup, just a small amount of blue eye shadow. The kind that young girls wear when they want to look older than they really are.

At first I wanted to ask her how the hell she had gotten herself into such a sad line of business; but she already looked so scared and nervous. So I offered her a drink instead, but she said that she does not drink alcohol. This girl did not even drink! She almost seemed too good to be true. I wanted to end the whole night then and there, and send her home to her mother, but I knew that the truth of it was that once she left me tonight, she would be going home to Danny her business manager –so to speak. After then, we were both seated, she on the corner of my bed and I on a torn blue chair across the room. We just sat and talked the whole night through, yet the original plan for the evening was not even mentioned once. I liked voice a lot, her face, the things that she had told me in pinky-sworn secrecy. And in return, I made her laugh and smile for the first time in a long time, and the gradually scared and nervous look had left her sweet and gentle face completely.

And as the sun came up, she told me that it was time for her to go. She would not accept payment for the night, since there was nothing but innocence between us. But she finally came around to accepting at least cab fair. And as we said our goodbyes, we both knew that no one would believe the truth about what had really happened that night. But just by being together, for even just that one night, made the next days rumors and uneasy stares well worth the trouble because we both knew what we had truly shared, and what I had really gained from my lady of the evening.

Written and submitted by: Twilight Garden 93

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