Junkie

Junkie - student project

Midnight. The girl stood waiting in the dimly lit alley beneath a wall light, holding a box beneath her trench coat. She kicked some pebbles with the tip of her shoe and fell back against the brick wall, letting out a breath of impatience.

You got the stuff? a deep voice said in the darkness.

The girl rose off the wall quickly and turned to the voice with wide eyes. The man appeared beneath the light.

Uh, yeah. I got the stuff, she said. Are you the guy?

Yeah. I’m the guy.

Let me see the money.

The hooded man pulled a twenty-dollar bill out from the pocket of his black jacket and handed it to her. My contact tells me you’re the best, he said.

Um, thanks. She gave him the box and stuffed the bill into her coat pocket. My mom helps me cook them.

The heavy-set buyer lifted the box's lid in desperation and took a large whiff inside. Cupcakes. Blue raspberry and banana black cherry. He stuffed three into his mouth and let out a breath of relief. Dont ever agree to hire a dietitian, kid, he said and seized his breath. It’s a living hell, he said.

Are we done? It’s way past my bedtime.

Mm-hmm, he muffled as he pushed more treats into his mouth. We’re done.

The girl turned to her bicycle and lifted the helmet off the handle and fastened it on.

Hey, kid.

She turned to him.

I was never here.

All right, whatever.

As the girl peddled away, the man dressed in black wobbled back into the darkness and collapsed into his electric wheelchair and rode away in the night.

Christian Chacon, 2017

Bachelors in English