A Team

Staring in the mirror disgusted with what I see starring back at me, white lips, pale face, dry brown hair, dull blue eyes, I'm horrific. Grunting I bend down and pick up my clothes all scattering in the motel room. Quietly I force myself back into the tiny skirt and large sweater jacket. Odd combination right?

Grabbing my clients wallet I take all of the cash and gift cards from his wallet while he sleeps off what he just did to me. Stepping outside the tiny motel room I can see snowflakes disappear as they hit the ground. Inhaling greatly, my nose twitches from the freezing cold wetness I just introduced it to. Unknowingly I probably breathed in a snow flake that was floating about.

Walking down the pathway to the stairs I tread my fingers against the railing protecting me from falling off of this second story motel. The railing looks dodging and I wouldnt trust myself with leaning against it, my guess would be if somene drunk were to lean against it for support it would just tumble down bring that particular drunk with it.

Once I got to the stairwell I quitely trotted down the stairs, hearing someone stomp up the stairwell as I was going down them I slightly move more toward the left side of the stairs. Continuing down the them I catch a whiff of the mystery man, almost immedately, did I began coughing, he smells so strongly of cigerettes i can feel my lungs burning.

The stentch of the man left a sour, bitter taste in my mouth. popping a peice of gum in my mouth I make my way to the subway.