“Ya see that, Oti?” Eurig asked, basked in sweat, shirtless, two boys sat down to cool off after an evening of skating.

  “Nah… Ah,” Otie noticed.

  “What’s she doing dressed up all sexy like? Wanna find out?” Eurig asked whilst pointing with his eyes towards Cherry who was quite far off. Her apparel could be classified as promiscuous and lacking modesty.

  “She’s gone.”

  “Huh? Where’d she go?” Eurig looked frantically.

  “How could you miss her when you were staring so hard?” Otie glared.

  “Whatever, but think of this Oti, what is art?”

  “Now what are you getting at?”

  “The physical form…”

  “Oh they really are different,” a voice similar to Cherry’s was heard behind the two boys. Looking up, Otie noticed the peeking Cherry who was taking a mental note of Otie’s body.

  “Ah, Cherry,” Otie said.

  “Yo,” she replied.

  “The fuck! Why are you peeking like that?! I’ll piss on you!” Eurig said with frantic embarrassment.

  “Hahahaha, don’t you dare! Well then,” Cherry said as she jumped over the two of them, skipping on her way.

  “Damn bitch…”

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  “You best not,” Otie tried to warn.

  “Well anyway, that getup was for sure to enter into BACON. Damn party queen!”

  “Eh, I don’t know about party queen, but what is this BACON?”

  “A club, her ex hangs ‘round there, didn’t you know that?” Eurig said matter of fact.

  An ex, but she’s just fifteen.

  The sun had set, the sky blackened without stars to cover the cost. A bald man with ageless features greeted Cherry with glee, he wanted to give her a hug, but held himself back.

  “Oh Cher! What’s up? Haven’t seen ya in months! Really changed ya look huh?”

  “Is the Master around?” She asked with a cheery smile.

  “Baba? Ah, well… Hah, why not, you're the only one who could get close to Baba before things get big. After-all he’s still into you… Ah…” Cherry didn’t need to hear more as she walked into the backrooms.

  “Eh, who was that? She was pretty cute,” a young lad asked Baldie.

  “Jude check the lighting.”

  “Poo, aye-aye.”

  Loud booms, shaking bass, screaming lights over red leather seating. Behind a wall sat a lonesome fool. Masked by shadow, Cherry came to greet him. Under his breath were mumbles of a book he couldn’t understand.

  “Matsya…just went after the fish, because he wanted to eat it, right?”

  “No… It was forbidden,” Cherry responded.

  Within gleaming light his features showed, eyes brought up to see who was there, small braids dangled over his face. His lashes somewhat irritated him, for there was too much glitter on his eyelids that began to stick to his lashes, getting up into his corneas.

  “That would mean God was a fool! He should have forbidden him from saying no! Then Matsya would not have set out to sea, and he would not have needed to feed himself in the middle of nowhere.” Resting his arm onto the seating arrangement, he opened his thick, dark lips once again to greet Cherry. “Welcome back…Cherry.” He spoke with a soft cadence, a subtle depth of tone came through at the end of each sentence. Crossing one leg over the other he readied himself to play his set. Cherry lied down embracing the coming music. “Welcome back Cherry.”