The night Rose
678 Words
“ Slurp slurp”
“Ahn …. Your d**k is so tasty Ming-Yichen. I can’t blame the ladies for going psycho for such goodness.” The miniature moaned as she paused to catch a glimpse of the young man on the floor. From the undulating movements of his ripped chest, she could tell all was well with him. His eyes open and pegged to the heavens. He could see the happenings of his past life as it played out like a movie.
“ Li- Na?” Ming-Yichen called out, but heard no response. His technique had worked and She had fallen fast asleep in his arms. Very slowly, he lifted his hands off her bosom, snugged away from her behind before leaving the mattress, washed his palms and headed out of the tenth. In the shanty were shops that sold items of top priorities. Anyone daring to sell flowers was one to die of hunger.
“ I will have a bulb of rose sir. How much?” Ming-Yichen stood before an array of roses and chocolates.
“ On the next street is where you will find onions. We sell only bouquets here.” Said a fat-middle aged man , wearing a blue coat.
“ Onions? I want roses. Can’t I have just a strand. The smallest would be just fine.” Ming-Yichen stammered.
“ Get away from here man! We don’t sell single roses.” The shopkeeper barked after making up his mind that Ming-Yichen was a refugee. Sad and broken,Ming-Yichen slowly turned and began to head home. From the price -tags on the bouquet; he knew he was wasting time to bargain for one.
“ Then why not take the Bouquet? I believe you want it for someone special.” A familiar voice chimed through the cold night.
He turned very quickly and met the modest gaze of the Chinese lady who had spent her evening sucking his boss’s d**k .
“ Hey, gg.. good-good- evening.” He stammered.
“ Rockefeller doesn’t pay you enough to buy a bouquet of flower huh?” “ Hey Pancho, give the gentleman a bulb of rose, take it out of my next order.” She ordered, turning her gaze to the shop owner.
“ Oh well, Chinko helping Chinko. Just know your debts are starting to get out of hand Alicent.” The storekeeper mumbled and threw a bulb of at Ming-Yichen who quickly cupped it in his hands to save it from decentering on the floor.
“ Don’t be crass you moron. I always pay my bills!” She struck back before turning to the young man of the same height with her.
“ Oh…Thank-you -mam. Th..thank you ver…” He stammered, holding his one dollar bill at her. She smiled and ambled past him in her long woolen jacket.
Whoever she was, she had saved his ass for the second time in a night and he didn’t even know her name. Very quickly, he turned towards her direction, at least to ask for her name; There was no one in sight, she had faded into the meadows of the dark street. He sighed and hurried back home, holding the bulb of rose like a Rothschild’s egg.
For Ming-Yichen, the morning was slow to come as his eyes where kept aghast in anticipation. It was the fear of getting humiliated by his own impaired speech that caused him worry the most. But being a coward for six months was enough motivation for him. It was time to take the bull by it’s horns. Eventually, the shanty’s rooster let’s out a crow of hunger and Ming-Yichen slowly raised his arms away from breast of his granny who was fast asleep in his embrace. The first thing he hunted for in the sparsely luminous room was the bulb of rose. He found it in perfect shape and shrugged away from his granny. He headed straight to the washer and began to splash. The six months-wait was over; it was time to come face to face with the lady behind the panes.
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