"Unwanted Gift" (standard:drama, 1398 words)
Author: kickboxrko	Added: Nov 25 2003	Views/Reads: 3317/2110	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Remember the sixties? How about the town of Selma?

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can love a colored man, the she can sure as hell give me some!!” he 
barked at her with an evil grin. 

The hate in his eyes radiated throughout his body, down to the very
pores. Such blind, reckless revulsion to another man, simply because of 
his skin, repulsed Jasmine. 

“Go to hell. Take your filthy friends with you” Jasmine vehemently
declared. The fist came out of nowhere. It left her reeling in shock. 
The pain did not register for another few seconds. It came in sleets, 
washing over body. She felt the blood rushing to her face, and felt her 
self spinning out of control. The blackness that enveloped her was so 
deep, not even the infinite space above, nor the cold, mysterious 
waters below, could match it. 

When she woke up, she immediately felt a shiver run up her spine. She
realized that was outside, in the alleyway. Garbage littered the path, 
which was already terribly dark. She noticed that her clothes had been 
torn. She felt disgusted, though she did not know why. A lonely breeze 
whirled around her, tossing up garbage from the streets. Between her 
toes, around her neck, the wind mocked her, sneering in disgust. It 
slapped her awake, and she started to felt the bruises surrounding her 
body. Jasmines body struggled to defend itself, in any way possible, 
but the nausea was overriding all possible resistance. Reminded of the 
time she first ate Joe's famous “Succinct Savory Steak”, with a heaping 
glob of mashed potatoes, gravy, and steamed veggies, the nauseas kept 
coming back. Her insides poured out of her and onto the floor. 

hen she finished her cleansing, she glanced around, and to her fright,
saw the spiteful, empty men advancing towards her. When they started 
ripping off her clothes, she felt herself leave her body. She 
remembered thinking that if she was not there, then it never happened. 
Jasmine willed herself to soar above the men, to laugh and point, and 
to be free. Grim reality shackled her down. Mind took over, and she 
became empty of thought. What happened next, Jasmine never catalogued 
in the recesses of her mind, her personal memory library. What she did 
remember was Frank charging at them with a bat, shouting at the 
absolute height of his voice and more importantly, soul: “Get the hell 
away from her, ya savages! I'll kill you with my bare hands!!” Before 
she passed out, Jasmine saw Frank swinging away. He took out one, two, 
three guys before they overwhelmed him Like a desperate yet majestic 
lion, backed into a corner, Frank went down. They raised the bat high, 
swung down, and her mind faded to a temporary bliss. 

*** 

It had been nine months since that hell. Jasmine never heard from Frank
again. He is in heaven, she believes, with all the other real angels. 
With warm, caring faces, they look down at us, and love. She is here 
though, with a gift from Lucifer himself. He has given her an 
abomination. A stain is now marked upon her. Jasmine looks down at her 
white, pure bed sheet, and knows that she was once pure. This child has 
taken her purity. Her white sheet if forever stained. There is only one 
way to undo her sin. 

The nurse comes in a few hours later. Eyes wide open, jaws agape, she
stares at the swinging figure in the room. The color drains from the 
nurse's face. A body slowly swings from a pure white sheet, its shadow 
dancing across the floor. The moon is a blood red. A face in the sky 
weeps, and it starts to rain. 


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