Was it the ‘witching’ hour on Market Street San Francisco, California U.S.A? Everybody thought they heard screaming? –or, did it echo more of a mythological tone, nonetheless, the woman did in fact startle the rush hour crowd as she ripped off her clothes. The scream was memorable, as was she …
Just then, James Redburn got off work. He was on that same Market Street, walking to the subway. He was excited. Inside his head he heard the recording of the subway public announcer announce the arrival of his train. But he took a step back as he saw something to his right. It was a river of people several blocks away. They were running his way, with no intention of stopping.
James found a nook on one of Market Streets’ many, for protection. He was exhausted from work and the thought of out-running the crowd never entered his mind. With a step, he was fully protected now. He even relaxed to enhance the experience. Finally the naked woman came into clear view. She echoed more of a mythological tone ---his thoughts:
“She was running in and out of the crowd, nonetheless, never a touch was passed by her to any others. I think tomorrow on the front-page of The Diametric Newspaper I’ll read: A Goddess lives amongst us’!’ The timing of her ballet-like movements was uncanny, proving, maybe; she actually was not of this world! –A Goddess?! Her brown locks were blowing like a Willow Tree, ‘just as withe as Willows boughs’,” he screamed to her as she passed.
And she screamed back, “It’s all because I’m a V.I.P. ---a very important person. Tonight I’m going to the big event!” And then she said, “Follow me!” James followed. They ran so fast and so far they were now alone. She stopped in front of a building on Bush Street. This is it, she said. They walked in and were soon inside her apartment.
She sat down next to James. I’m holding, she said, and pulled out a silver canister. Do you indulge? –she asked, and James nodded.
She assembled something and moved closer to James. She was touching him and then she kissed him ---“That’s good. Now it should just take a minute. It’ll be in a minute.”
James was asked if he felt better, all he could do was nod, “Yes.”
She moved closer to James ---“Are you with us James?”
“Huh …who ---us?” James asked.
“Are you with us?!”
“Of course, I’m loyal! The canister is almost empty, isn’t it?”
“That’s very good,” she said and walked to her bedroom, “But the canister is for me. It’ll keep you manly for hours.”
She pulled out a yoga pad and started stretching. “This is how it begins, at least for me. I need to be loose.” She stretched for a few minutes and then walked to her closet. She turned to James, “It’ll probably be colder tonight. Huh?” She put an overcoat on. She grabbed a fedora hat, as James stared at her as she adjusted it. James thought she should have worn the coat regardless of the weather, and the hat. “Are you ready James? Can you walk?”
“Let’s go,” James grabbed her hand.
Soon they were on the lorry going downtown. They grabbed a seat in the back. She pulled her fedora cap down. They moved closer together, watched the San Francisco Bay pass by.
Soon they were there, where she was a V.I.P. ---“At the event.” They showed the guard their very important pass. With a smile the guard showed them the door, “We’ve been waiting, thanks for coming.”
With James’s arm on his date he grabbed the door-knob ---entering through. The laughter exploded in their ears. They were disoriented. James was alone.
A man (Zeus) whisked her away and held the goddess high in his arms. A woman ran over and ran her hands threw his wavy hair. With one hand holding the ‘goddess’, and somehow maybe a flinch, he brushed the other woman aside. He then threw her to a man that had his arms crossed ---yet at complete attention. He caught her, and a “Squeal,” came from the goddess.
The man raised his hands, fell to the floor, and screamed at the moon. He looked at a man next to him. He just laughed and grabbed the man’s throat. The man vomited. They started to wrestle (Zeus and Hercules). A woman screamed, “Draw,” and they stopped.
Another woman ran over and rubbed her hands down his sweaty chest, and dried her fingers on his beautiful wavy thick hair. The man brushed her away.
It was then ---rage, carnage. He screamed and grabbed another man. They began wrestling. Two men ran to James’s side and restrained him as the ‘Goddess’ was thrown ---‘in the mix’ …
The End
