Prompt: Inhuman

Inhuman lack of humane understanding

The First encounter.

Primed hair falls in short to long strips from a grey-white flat cap. The white-blond hair drowned out by the street lamp, it clicks its tongue, a short stubby bit of meat jammed behind its lips. The rosy pink of strawberry lip gloss polishing the thin lines of skin.

It, night or day, was followed by a short white haired Pomeranian. The kind you carried after the first block. It kept the animal like it kept its hair. Its fingers often running through the doggy’s silken coat. It applauded itself for how it kept the fur so clean. The girl thing did keep the dog’s fur very clean. She washed its coat every night, rinsing out the grainy bits of dust that floated through the air.

It felt annoyed at this situation. It couldn’t hope to clean its doggy now. The little white thing resembled a perfectly kept plate that had the corn in the pea’s the pea’s smeared across the chicken, the chicken flopped on the table and gravy running over table and plate.

The car screeches to a halt as the girl thing tosses the leash into the street the night air troublesome without the dog’s warm body. A man run’s out of the car, talking franticly as he jumps over to her, a silk lined suit with a crimson tie crumpling as he grab’s her shoulder his voice falling to the belligerent apologies of a father drowning in guilt.

“It’s too late,” the man says neat but aged hands running down his lips, “Make sure you give this to your parents,” He says holding out a business card.

The man to it, seems a bit silly. Its hands though cold and missing the animal’s worth held the card between its fingers.

“Matthew West, lawyer, I’m in a rush now, but I guess you know that, have your parents call me and I’ll sort this out, ok honey?”

He waits for the whip lash, the anger that sieves in a soul when they’ve been given a sorry excuse of justice, the greed that gleam’s in the twinkling of their eye when money’s involved.  He expected a broken heart. The girl at a glance looks to be fourteen the girlishness of her appearance far from gone and the beginning of womanhood only starting to shape her face.

“I could use somewhere to sleep,” its hands were getting cold without the animal, “Do you have a house?”

Clarity moves over the lawyer, a tickling sense of disturbance crippling under the delicate appearance of the girl-thing in front of him. He grips his cheeks, cold sweat.

“That’s what you want?”

She nods.

“That was your dog?” the lawyer asks trembling as he points to the red and white remains.

“Yes,” ‘yes father’, his daughter said something similar recently but with more sarcasm more emotion then this runaway.

“Ok, then, I can do that, you can sleep at the office,” the man says stepping back to his car the rag doll girl  following after him with the tap tap of solid heels, he lets her in the back and they leave its messy plate in the  street lights.

Been a while since I’ve edited a prompt soooo, I did just that. Been finding out that writings a lot easier when you think of it as a comic book. Figure out what the picture is before you write. Unsurprisingly this makes things a lot easier and give’s you a general feeling of what the scene’s about. Hope you found something enjoyable in this sliver of writing maybe it’ll get you to write? Maybe, maybe not, either way I hope you enjoyed it. Have a nice day and a week filled with stupefying amounts of simple enjoyment, Ransom