Gentle Ribbon

“Come with me a moment.” he said. With worn down palms facing the sapphire sky, he offered me an escape. I was pinned between the rough brick wall of the brothel I worked at and the man who was my once lover. Oh how I was a fool to let him into my life and bed. “The leech of living” my friends and coworkers dubbed him. He visited me every night and any chance he had to break down the little confidence I held, he took it. The Mistress never chased him away since he payed and money was the only thing she cared for. Years of constant sorrow tormented me until I was able to break free from his soul sucking grip. I lied and told the Mistress that he refused to pay and she swiftly banned him for the establishment to my grand delight. Unfortunately, he was able to trap me while I was leaving for a simple food run and cornered me in an alleyway where no one would help me, or so I believed. The gentleman in the top hat with the sky blue ribbon noticed my plight from across the way and rushed to my aid. His heeled boots clacked against the cobblestone streets as he crossed the busy road and entered the alley where I was held. He was neither young nor old, every second he seemed to change and the only thing I was able to focus on was the sky blue ribbon. Jonathon, my ex lover, snarled and spat at him as if he was a rabid dog who called these same alleyways home. Even with the hostility, the man in the top hat did not flinch nor budge and his polite smile never did fade. He looked possible death in the eyes and smiled. Jonathan spit and spat until his already low confidence fizzled out and he fled with empty threats towards the both of us. I thanked the man in the top hat profusely and offered any kind of reward, but he only smiled down kindly at me. With a gentle pat on the head, he spun around and crossed the cobblestone street once more, his sky blue ribbon riding the soft breeze behind him.
 

cmhemingwa

VT

YWP Alumni

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