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The Old Prostitute

Posted by Raul on May 31, 2011

 

I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for my wife who was coming from I don’t remember where.

The old woman came to me. She was short and clearly overweight; wearing plenty of make-up and a short dress that attempted to make her look sexy, yet the intention wasn’t achieved.

“Do you want some action?” She said to me, and it took me a couple of seconds to realize what the proposal was.

“I’m waiting for my wife”

“But in the meantime…we can go there” She pointed to an old house around the corner. There were several women like her, some in a window, others standing in the street, waving hands to males passing by.

“She is pregnant; I have to be here to help her”

“How long is she pregnant?”

“Six months”

“So you have been without a woman for a while”

“I’ll wait for her” I tried to give her my best smile.

She looked at me for a moment without saying another word. There was strangeness in her eyes, and I believe some sadness in her face.

She looked at me for a while without saying another word, then, with sad eyes and a very low voice tone she said: “Don’t go there, they might rob you” pointing to the other women; and without another word she turned around and left, walking in a slow pace in the direction of the old house.

Sadness came to me at that moment, feeling for maybe loneliness in that old woman, working the days for some money. I have never been able to forget those sad eyes and the tired walk of a woman that seemed to find herself in the wrong place of life.

Raul

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