film noir-ish
having just fallen into an alley out of the second story window of a random building in a random dirty city, i was not too much in the mood for divine revalation. then again i was thanking god —or any god for that matter— that there was a nice heaping pile of trash for me to land on. “fuck me,” i said while picking bananna peels out of my hair. their shouting had started to fade as i slowly edged my way out of purtid garabage bags and broken bottles. unfortunatly, as their shouting got quieter, thier footsteps were getting louder. so, it was back into the crap for me.
“he had to have come out back here.”
“but did he go up or down?”
“i doubt he’d go up, not like he could get off the roof with us down here,” and he stepped around the corner, his bulk casting even more darkness into the already black alley. while i was burying myself deeper into the trash pile, i could tell… i could tell… oh shit, what could i tell? all i knew is that i really didn’t want them to find me. i mean hell, they were worse than the mormans. that little voice in my head told me that these guys were up to no good. the first one, the large one with the fat face and the uni-brow struck me as the purse snatching sort. while the other one was the most absurdly calm and normal person i had ever met.
“shh… i think i hear him,” said normal guy as he sowly worked his way through the shadows of the alley with his flashlight. “if he came out of the windows up there, he would have fallen straight down. he’s probably out cold.”
lucky for me i wasn’t but i knew i was stuck back here until they left. as deep as i could go without making any more noise all that was uncovered was half of my right eye. i hoped that the flashlight wouldn’t shine too brightly off of it.