This week’s The Red Dress Club prompt was to write on gluttony, one of the seven deadly sins. Fiction or nonfiction, word count of 600 or less. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.
Downgrading to the tiny one bedroom apartment was devastating. The space, of course, was completely unsuitable for a family of three, but worse was the constant after-hours noise from the strip. At any given time, a fight or blaring sirens could be heard. Not more than a month ago, a gunshot sent Anita and Donovan scrambling for what little cover their tattered couch would provide.
Daytime was no better. Delivery trucks of all sizes roared up and down the narrow street from daybreak to lunch, dropping the next batch of provisions for the scourge frequenting the DuLaney Street pubs.
After the factory shut down, it was the only place Dell could afford. For the last six months, he had been unable to find steady work outside of odd jobs he found in the paper or through his free ad in the Thrifty Penny circular. Anita had Donovan to worry about. He was old enough to go to school, but sending him on this side of town was not an option. She feared the influence of the dealers and skanks he might come in contact with, so she did her best to teach him from home.
“Home…” she had countered Dell with once, “what a goddamn joke… this is what we’ve been reduced to.” She pointed, tears welling, at the mold stain growing in the corner of the ceiling near the kitchen.
“I’m trying, Anita… there isn’t shit left in this town…” he attempted feebly.
The sound of their metal trash cans slamming together startled her and Donovan. She glanced out of the small window in their back door, only to see Dell flailing around on the ground. He cursed—a drunken, incoherent mumble and kicked absently at the toppled can. She dropped her head, shaking it slowly.
“Is is daddy again, mommy?” Donovan inquired.
“Want me to go help daddy to bed, mommy?” His tone sounded disappointed as he leaned against her hip.
“No baby. Not this time. He told me he wanted to sleep outside tonight…” she covered her mouth with her hand quickly.
“Yeah…” she bent and hugged her little boy “…like camping.”
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