Story 12 The Curse
She sat across the table from me with her hands folded on it. Her eyes followed a cockroach that was crawling up the wall, and her young face was drawn and pale. When I had found her, she was on the brink of death, lying in an alley off the strip in Las Vegas. I had gone in to take a piss before going to my car after work.
It wasn’t until I almost tripped over her that I saw her, a small figure lying on her side barely breathing. My first thought was to call an ambulance, but when I knelt next to her, she reached out with her small hand. At first, I wasn’t sure what she was doing, maybe she wanted to hold my hand in death, but as I reached for it, she moved it away and put it on my crotch.
“Give me your seed,” she whispered through dry lips.
“I don’t unders
