FLIGHT

RUBY: I was standing at the corner of 8th and Broadway after a rather rough John. My hair was a mess, my stockings had an obvious run down the front and my jacket was torn. One could have said it was a victim of passion. To top it all off my head was spinning due to being knocked against a headboard for God only knows how long. A dear friend of mine and fellow lady of the night Greta saw me and crossed to meet me. Greta: Hey lovely, how goes it? Ruby: Just another frolic down the lovely lane of love. Greta: How did you get so...fucked up? You look like you just got hit by a bus. Ruby: I don't remember. Greta: Say what?? Ruby: I don't remember. Greta: Now Ruby child I've known you for quite some time, and you can't tell me that you just lost all recollection of that run down your leg. Ruby: Woman don't try me. Greta: Really why didn't you just knee him in the gut like I showed you. Ruby: Because I was a crane. That's what I do. When the going gets tough, I become a Crane and fly across the delta into the sunset. Greta: You've got to be kidding me. Ruby: No, I open my breast to the wind and just sail on as a man has his way with my body. There's a euphoria that comes up through my middle more heavenly than anything I've ever known. Greta: But... Ruby: No, there is no but, just the fragrance of wildflowers caressing my crown. Greta: Wow. Ruby: That's what he said.