She wanders around the mall aimlessly looking at all the silly people and she wonders what this is all about. Dressed in her red skimpy dress she sees what few others do. She comes across a couple fighting about losing the car keys the other night and she looks at them and just bursts out laughing.
"Hey why are you laughing at us?" the couple asked, turning their attention towards her in unity that was not present before. Skimpy Red says, "Like my red dress?" to which they replied "You've got to be kidding" one voice mirroring the other. Skimpy Red wanders on....the couple staring after her; their thoughts together in unison; 'Wow that lady needs help' as Skimpy Red chuckles to herself in some sort of blind amusement...
She passes the religious booth where this young man is arguing quite loudly with the lady behind the well-stocked table of leaflets and pamphlets and all sorts of man written materials aimed at proving their version of GOD is the ONLY version GOD has sanctified on Planet Earth. They know this; they wrote it. Skimpy Red picks up a pamphlet and says "Whats this paper?"
To which the lady sitting smugly behind the table and the man standing smugly in front of the table both turn their attention towards her. The lady says "Maam Come to GOD Quit your life of sin and be saved" and the man says "Lady all you need is right action path and you will realize yourself and you will no longer have to work as a prostitute. Skimpy Red just smiles and says, "Like my red dress? to which the both of them just shake their heads in some sort of man-made sorrow just for the sake of righteousness and think she must be on drugs. Skimpy winks at them and says "maybe, maybe not..." and walks off.
Skimpy Red hums a bit here and there and no one really pays her much attention; except to judge this or that without any knowledge whatsoever of who she might really be. Life is like that she thinks and chuckles a bit more. In the end, she knows, it will not matter.
Skimpy Red looks backwards over her shoulder to the mall lights as she walks out the door and then feels someone tripping over her extended foot. She looks down at the poor guy laying on the ground and notices he has this lady's purse clutched tightly in his hand. He looks very thin and ragged; weak and pale and she feels sadness in his heart. She sort of smiles cause she knows God has done it to her again; watching the six foot tall security guards running quickly up to save the day. Oh, and the lady's purse as well; not that Skimpy Red had anything to with THAT. Skimpy Red quickly pulls a twenty-dollar bill out of her bra and shoves it in the poor guy's jacket. He doesnt know it but that was all the money she had; she knows, he needs it worse than her. He looks up at her with such a quizzical look and she just smiles and walks off while the security guards proceed to beat the crap out of the guy just to put him in obeyance and cuffs.
At the poor guy's first cry she turns around to the security guards and says, "Hey, like my red dress?" She pulls up one side of the skimpy red dress quite high on her lovely thigh....smiles seductively....
The security guards stopped hitting the poor guy and looked at her and begin smiling and winking and blushing and acting all professional which only existed in their minds before as a weekend pursuit after church OR at the chance of getting a little by a sexy lady in a red dress. Skimpy Red just walks off.
Skimpy Red makes it home and walks in the door to her little apartment. Not much of one really; but it has what she needs to survive. Her cat comes running up and surrounds her with kisses and fur and love and light and existence is real for Skimpy Red. She feeds her cat and waters the plants and even loves herself a bit.
She gets out her music and begins to play and the day passes before her and out of her way for the night. Skimpy Red knows. After a while, the music dies yet her heart is wide open and her soul exposed and her mind cleared and then the visions come.
Rest now, Skimpy Red. Tomorrow, is another day.....
v.kipp 2/14/01
