RUN AT IT PARALLEL

KEVIN WHITE     6-8-95

            A young, long haired youth stands alone inside a bright orange dumpster. There is some wet garbage strewn about, amidst dark oily stains dripping down the brightly enameled metal walls. The man is talking to himself softly, hands out-stretched, crying...

                                                                    T.

            "Will the weight of dread ever rid itself from my breast? I pray to thee dear father! If thou does't exist! Rid me of these pains and torments."

            As he is saying this he hears the sound of someone moaning from a room just above him in the alley. Thinking that someone has been hurt, he climbs up the fire escape, up to the open window. He steps into a room, carefully making his way under some venetian blinds. In the room, on a large bed is a woman lying, fully clothed, on her back. She has her hands around her neck, and is turning blue in the face. The young man quickly rushes to her side.

            He grabs her by the feet, swings her around ninety- degrees so that her head is hanging off of the side of the bed. He takes a step up onto the bed and brings her legs up. She is now almost upside, hanging over the edge of the bed. He shakes her by jumping up and down a bit on the bed and she begins to cough. She coughs really loudly for a couple of seconds, and then hacks up a huge thing that looks like a meatball. The projectile shoots behind a dresser across the room, and the man puts the woman back on her matttress gently. He then starts walking backwards to the window were he entered, apologizing for his intrusion, and for any inconvenience, or shock, he might have caused her. When he gets to the window he pulls the blinds all of the way up, making sure that it still works correctly, and then exits quietly. As he is going through the window the woman calls out to him;

                                                                    F.

            "I say! Dear sir! (cough, cough,.....) Thou hast truely done a deed of great fortune, thou hast served thine own needs well, quite well. For was it not you, you kind sir! Who layed thy hands on me with such wreckless, and oh so eager abandon.... thou disgusts me! Nothing more than a sewer rat! Like your housemates in thine dumpster! Hasten your departure kind sir! Quickly, exit before I might have but one chance to get pleasure from the same! Or would thou not look upon the needs of a lady as being worthy? Swine!"

            She begins to weep loudly as he jumps down into the dumpster, landing on a large pile of eggs and wet paper towels. Bits of egg yolk splatter his face. He picks up a handful of the dirty, wet, paper towels and wipes his face off. When he is done his face is smeared with egg yolk and coffee grounds.