Downtown Rebirth

It was dark as she finally reached New Orleans. She shut her car off after twenty minutes of trying to find a parking spot that didn't have a meter. She braced herself for the cold night air. She wrapped his scarf around her neck, struggled into her toggle coat and crawled out of her car. The city even smelled like she imagined it to.

She walked down Main St. trying to find a warm face. All she saw were drunken frat guys waving beads for girls to show their tits. And they did, they all did. Shirts came up and self-respect went shooting down. She whizzed by Psychic shops, strip clubs & vendors that were trying to peddle worthless souvenirs. Every one of them had a catch to lure you inside.

She couldn't find any soul to help her with this mission that she had been waiting to execute for a few months prior to now. She needed a companion to assist her, a partner in crime. Everyone was either too drunk, too normal or too weird.

Finally, she saw him. He was standing next to some dilapidated stairs. His hair was hanging in his face and he legs were long and slender, attaching themselves to his long, lean frame. He began to prop his body up against the grey crackled paint on the building. She walked up to him; he glanced up, stared at her face and then diverted his eyes back to his feet.

She went to the stairs and sat on one of the steps. The brick steps sent a cold sting through her body; she shivered in response. He looked at her again and brushed his hair from out his face. His green eyes bore through her soul. He couldn't take her eyes away from hers; he was locked in a trance. She slightly opened her mouth and sharp white points shown through...

**This was loosely based on my trip to New Orleans in 2003. Some parts may or may not have happened.