The dying city was loud.
She sat on the roof and listened the roaring engines, sirens, gunshots and explosions. The senseless violence was like a rainstorm, washing away the past, drowning out the memories. Idly she stripped the N-Tec, cleaning and oiling without seeing, then assembling again. A comfortable ritual in the tropical sun.
They screamed when she jacked cars, but they weren't listening.
They pleaded and moaned when she robbed, but they weren't listening.
They danced and growled as the cuffs went on, and they really didn't listen then.
She'd run into a fellow who did listen, back in the center of the Marina. 'Noxe would have said, "Guy? You listen to guys? Come ON girl." But 'Noxe was gone now, love forever lost along with the child, everything was just failure now, and she was listening guys. He talked about being a Raindog. How they didn't mind losers like her. Besides, she was lonely and he was willing to talk.
She wiped her hands, thick, strong, black hands. Ran them through her hair. Remembered the feel of 'Noxe's hands, softer than hers, in her hair.
She looked out over the rooftop and wished she had some friends. People to run with. People who might want her. She'd been thinking a lot about Raindogs. Time to do something. She pulled out her phone and painfully thumbed into their twitterfeed. "You want me? Mail me. Please. Lamette."
She sat on the roof and listened the roaring engines, sirens, gunshots and explosions. The senseless violence was like a rainstorm, washing away the past, drowning out the memories. Idly she stripped the N-Tec, cleaning and oiling without seeing, then assembling again. A comfortable ritual in the tropical sun.
They screamed when she jacked cars, but they weren't listening.
They pleaded and moaned when she robbed, but they weren't listening.
They danced and growled as the cuffs went on, and they really didn't listen then.
She'd run into a fellow who did listen, back in the center of the Marina. 'Noxe would have said, "Guy? You listen to guys? Come ON girl." But 'Noxe was gone now, love forever lost along with the child, everything was just failure now, and she was listening guys. He talked about being a Raindog. How they didn't mind losers like her. Besides, she was lonely and he was willing to talk.
She wiped her hands, thick, strong, black hands. Ran them through her hair. Remembered the feel of 'Noxe's hands, softer than hers, in her hair.
She looked out over the rooftop and wished she had some friends. People to run with. People who might want her. She'd been thinking a lot about Raindogs. Time to do something. She pulled out her phone and painfully thumbed into their twitterfeed. "You want me? Mail me. Please. Lamette."
