I’m still playing with the new editor. We’ll leave it at that rather than have a rant fest.
This was written for Carrot Ranch.
The Rat-Ass Nutcracker
Look at that graffiti, adding whimsy, art even, to this otherwise festering blight of a urine-soaked street dotted with discarded used syringes, shattered malt liquor bottles, and hamburger wrappers.
One of the sanitation workers shouted “rat-ass” upon viewing my latest creation, but it’s not like they’re going to remove it, or me—they’d have to catch me first and no one ever suspects a blonde teenage girl in this area.
One remarked, “You be careful. Lousy neighborhood.”
I begin my next creation for Christmas, I decide, a rat pirouetting in a pink tutu to be named: The Rat-Ass Nutcracker.