Jacob and the Dogs (100 word snippet)

“Fuck the system” is what I read on the stall door as I close it behind me. I’m squatting over the toilet, staring at the oddly masculine handwriting, wondering if this bathroom was once co-ed. Or maybe this chick just wrote like a guy. I flush and head toward the mirror to examine my face. I re-apply my deep red lipstick and smack my lips together.

Goosebumps run up and down my spine as my heels click out of the bar and into the street. A March night and there’s still a chill in the air. Every man who passes by me on the street stares at me like a savage. Like a dog. Salivating. Ready to eat me.

I quicken my pace and my peacoat swings back and forth at my knees. I examine the lights from the stores in the village. Porn. Porn. Naked girls. A smoke shop. Chinese food. More porn. Neon pinks and blues. Flickering and fading with the wind. Open for business.

I turn the corner swiftly and make my way up the stairs of our apartment. When I open the door, Jacob is sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette.

“Hey, sexy.” is what my best friend’s boyfriend says to me when she’s not in the room.

“Fuck the system” reads his shirt in white letters. I laugh.

My breaths lead me to a place
where only my mind
floats effortlessly among the clouds.
Changing shape, soft winds
show my thoughts the way.
Into the light
that glows deep and warm,
I can feel it in my soul.
Bursting from my chest,
rays of gold glitter
wrestle in the air.