01-20-2025, 09:33 PM
The Angel. A fitting name for a man who made a church his base of operations. Tatyana’s eyes went to Kenzie. That one would do good on the streets. She had already learned that nothing is free.
”You’re right. Nothing is free,” Tatyana said, looking at Kenzie as she did and grabbed her pack. She pulled out a piece of bread, wrapped that she had saved for later. Ripping it in half, she gave one half to each of the girls. For your information.”
Whether they took it or not didn’t matter. It was bread she had got here this night, so it was still good. It was all she had besides pills and those were too valuable and even she wouldn’t give drugs to a kid. Tatyana stood, and for a moment felt dizzy. She caught herself and shook her head. The pill she had taken was beginning to take effect.
”I guess I will see if the Angel is in,” she said, pulling out the coin and moving toward the dias the girls had pointed out to her before unaware if the girls decided to follow.
Tatyana moved slower, going into the walking gait she used when high. She doubted she would fall or anything; she hadn’t taken much. She looked at the coin again and seeing the face of terror, felt an urge to go back as fear began to take hold, the image having a weird reaction with the beginning of her high. She worked her way to the front of the church where the dias was to find that it was indeed occupied. A man stood there and as she approached, she could see the tattoos on his hand. A rose on one and on the other, an open mouthed skull.
He certainly didn’t look like an angel anyways. ”Im…I’m…looking for Zeke,” she said, her head beginning to swim a little as she approached the man, the strange coin held visibly in her hand.
”You’re right. Nothing is free,” Tatyana said, looking at Kenzie as she did and grabbed her pack. She pulled out a piece of bread, wrapped that she had saved for later. Ripping it in half, she gave one half to each of the girls. For your information.”
Whether they took it or not didn’t matter. It was bread she had got here this night, so it was still good. It was all she had besides pills and those were too valuable and even she wouldn’t give drugs to a kid. Tatyana stood, and for a moment felt dizzy. She caught herself and shook her head. The pill she had taken was beginning to take effect.
”I guess I will see if the Angel is in,” she said, pulling out the coin and moving toward the dias the girls had pointed out to her before unaware if the girls decided to follow.
Tatyana moved slower, going into the walking gait she used when high. She doubted she would fall or anything; she hadn’t taken much. She looked at the coin again and seeing the face of terror, felt an urge to go back as fear began to take hold, the image having a weird reaction with the beginning of her high. She worked her way to the front of the church where the dias was to find that it was indeed occupied. A man stood there and as she approached, she could see the tattoos on his hand. A rose on one and on the other, an open mouthed skull.
He certainly didn’t look like an angel anyways. ”Im…I’m…looking for Zeke,” she said, her head beginning to swim a little as she approached the man, the strange coin held visibly in her hand.