Why Must The Human Race Be Cursed This Way?

he left the cafe looking

up at a sky

that was about to spit at him

Wouldn’t be the first

calamity of today. In fact, he felt

like nothing that would

happen today could come even

close to what happened in

that cafe

where the cute bartender who

gave him hopes for so many days in

a row suddenly pulled back

and said that

her boyfriend would soon be

released from prison and this

whole game would have

to be over

And it was

What could he do about it?

He could only look at the sky

and beg God to answer

him why did the cutest of girls

go only after the most

violent criminals? Why must

the human race be

cursed this way?

And if the good girls go after

bad guys, then do bad girls

go after...?

“Hey you!”

As if God – working through

people as he always does – responded

to him right away, there she was,

emerging from the dark alley

and posing herself before him

He looked at her from head

to toe and knew right away that a

so called bad girl stood before him,

chewing gum and

displaying a grin with

blackened and missing teeth

Before he could say anything

she reached into a back pocket

and showed him a smartphone. “You

won’t believe how cheap

I’m giving this thing away, so just

hurry up and buy it. Ten bucks.”

He looked at the phone

that surely cost

about one thousand new. “Listen,”

he said, “I was looking–”

“I know,” she said, “for a good

woman’s company.”

“How did you...?”

“Ah, it’s written all over your face,

even to those who can’t read. Haha,

tell you what, pretty boy, you buy

this here phone

an’ you get the seller as a bonus.

Good deal, eh?”

Ah, what the hell, he lost

enough for today, it wasn’t the time

for rational thoughts.

He just pulled ten bucks out

and handed it to her

“You wanna go grab something

to eat?” he asked

“Oh, talking about something to

eat,” she said and reached

into her mouth

and pulled the thing she was

chewing on. Not gum but

a severed finger. She rubbed it

against her shirt and pointed it

at him. “Here, you’ll need

this to unlock the phone.”

“Oh, thanks,” he said, reaching

for the finger. So... should we

get, um, pizza or some burgers?”

She shrugged. “It’s up to

you. Let’s go.”

Indeed, it was no time for

rational questions

or thoughts

The best time to get a man

to be irrational is right

after a major disappointment

or loss

They held hands as they

walked off. He decided to take

her back to the cafe he thought

he left for the last time