Three Oclock (standard:drama, 1181 words)
Author: BENTLINK	Added: May 08 2008	Views/Reads: 3141/2018	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Your soul knows what what you need even when you don't.

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“Please don't hit me anymore I will do whatever you want just don't hit
me any more”. 

Hit her, what the hell did that mean he had been poking her with his
boot and not very hard really you know just enough to push her out of 
his way so he could get into his room.  She uncurled a little and 
turned her face toward him.  He saw at once that both her lips were cut 
and swollen, her eyes were badly bruised and some blood was still 
seeping from her nose.  Somebody had done a harsh number on this big 
cat.  Somebody had used a fist or maybe even worse on this little lady. 
 He poked her again but this time not so hard and she scooted away from 
his door so he had space to squeeze by and into his room. 

His dumb ass soul started screaming at him the moment he closed his door
on the wreck in the hall. 

“Yes soul I know she needs help and I am sure someone will happen along
and see that she gets it.  Yes, soul I know it is a dark unused hallway 
and you are worried that no one will find her.  Hells Fire soul I just 
got off work and I am tired and I have to go to work again pretty soon 
just leave me alone cause I did no beat her down and its not my fault. 

OK so it is the Labor Day weekend and I don't have to go to work for
three days.  A beautiful young girl got hurt but it is not my fault.  I 
will just go to bed and when I get up she will be gone and everything 
will be OK.” 

He took off his dirty work uniform and lay naked on the squeaking bed
for more than ten minutes.  The hallway was silent no footsteps and no 
policemen came knocking.  He climbed reluctantly out of the bed pulled 
on a pair of faded jeans and his workboats over his sock less feet.  He 
sat for a few moments on the corner of his bed then stood and walked 
slowly to the door. 


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