A Creative Writing Exercise for Uni.
(Write about something beautiful: Take a bunch of flowers
and walk down a street full of massage parlors.)
“…Because I don’t want to go on my own.” I asked my stylish sister-in-law – no, I shamelessly begged my sister-in-law to come with me.
“Even if you’re supposed to – I’m definitely NOT going in – O K?”
“All right – just come with me Gracie, you can carry my flowers, hide behind them if you need to, hey. We’ll walk down the street… make a few observations… then we’ll go – I promise!”
“Unless we get propositioned!”
Giggling, we both felt more relaxed about the whole adventure.
“This new job of yours could get us into a lot of trouble!”
“Turn right here – William Street. 530-something. 415… There’s parking. Quick! Mind the police car.”
“You sure you want to do this?”
“Where’s 395?”
Anyway, I needed lots of background for my first paid surveillance job so we wandered up and down the street. Noted the scruffy and garish buildings, the smells, and the people rushing about and wondered what they were up to.
Especially the police car, which was still parked outside a place, called ‘The Site – Girls – Girls – Girls’.
One building stood out amongst the colourful, boxy, chaos. Cream walls, dark brown trim and roof. Very neat gardens with two stately palms waving gently in the breeze, breathed ‘class’; Aphrodite’s.
A brass nameplate and large numbers on the wall ‘395’ for those ‘in the know’, and the door discreetly open, inviting custom.
Of course, curiosity got the better of us – we couldn’t resist and after passing the entry twice, walked in.
The little old lady behind the counter gave a non-committal nod and pressed a button. A door to our left opened and another (very elegant) little old lady also smiled a greeting.
My companion’s mouth had dropped three inches so I smiled “Is this a restaurant?”
With a pitying look Madam replied. “No – it’s a brothel!”
Well, I shot out of there, leaving my compatriot chatting about how lovely the room was.
And that was just BEAUTIFUL!
Frances Macaulay Forde © 1999
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