Goldie (fairy tale)

Goldie is a 5 ft 3inch prostitute, 5 ft 6 with her hooker boots on, who had dirty blonde hair, perfect slim figure, and she works at The Kitty Box. Everyday she gets ordered by several different men who need a little action in their pathetic low life lives and she goes to their houses to please them. All these men always turn out to be the same type of person repeatedly. They usually have no family, they usually turn out to be horn dogs in desperate need of sex, and they all live in the slums of the wretched city she lives in. She wanted more out of life, and she was tired of being in fear everyday for the chance that she may receive an STD from a man she made a quick buck from, or that one man may be a killer out for blood. One day she was ordered by a person that was to pay her $10,000 for her services in 2 days. She thought that this customer was going to turn out to be the typical horn dog she has sex with all the time, but what was waiting for her was going to unexpected. The man told her over the phone to arrive at his play at noon on Thursday, and she did just that. Thursday afternoon strolled along and she made her way to his place. He lived in a run down apartment complex; drunk with pathetic men hanging out in the front leaning against their banged up ghetto cars, but this was no surprise to her. She walked around the complex, it reeked of putrid cat urine and throw up, “how disgusting,” she though. She finally came across apartment number 41A. The door was a solid egg white with a window right in the middle of it. She knocked on the door and waited for a reply. No one answered. She curiously turned the doorknob, checking for a possibility of an unlocked door. She is surprised when the door opened across the threshold. She calls out his name, nothing. She lets herself in and gently closes the door behind her.

She begins looking around, curious as she around the living quarters. There was a living room with a couch and a TV, and a countertop separated the kitchen form the living room. The kitchen had a little circle table on the side with two chairs and a high chair. “What is the high chair for?” She wondered. She placed her purse upon the table. She roamed in the living room, there she saw a couch, and rocking chair, and a baby swing. She automatically realized then that this man was married with a family. She wound up the crank and gently pushed the swing with her fingertips. She approached the TV that was on top a cabinet shelf; there she saw pictures of the man, his wife, and the baby. When her eyes lay upon the photos, she began to cry. Her tears came out of hatred, but this hatred was not towards the man or any member of this family, but hatred towards herself. She realized that what she was doing with her life had no meaning. She realized how society had forgotten their treasures most dear to them. She made her way towards the kitchen, once in there; she noticed that there was a little pot of soup on the stovetop. She touched the pot but immediately withdrew her finger for it was still hot. Where was the man, she did not know, but the more time she spent in his household, the more remorse she felt for the mother and child. She walked cautiously down the hall; she passed the restroom, catching glimpse of a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and some diapers. She came across the last door of the hallway. She had a feeling that she should not step into the room of a complete stranger, but curiosity got the best of her. She slowly crept the door open and she stepped foot into the bedroom. She glanced throughout the room at first, and then she began examining different belongings. She first noticed the bed in the room, headboard up against the far end of the wall. Right next to the bed laid a wooden babies crib. Tears escaped from her eyes once more and strolled down her cheeks. She opened the drawer that was near the crib. Little infant clothes were folded neatly within it. He must have forgotten that he had ordered a prostitute for that day. An hour passed. “Thud!” The man arrived back to the apartment with his wife and child. The woman noticed the babies swing was operating. She stopped the swing, but was confused at the sight. “Honey, did you start the swing?” He replied with a no. The wife put the baby into the swing and started it into motion once more. The husband noticed that the lid to the soup was partially off. He questioned his wife, asking her if she had done that, but she denied it. The husband caught glimpse of a purse upon the table, and now he realized what he had forgotten. He swiftly hid the purse out of site and he nervously thought of the possibility that the prostitute may be in the house. There was a rustle sound beckoning from bedroom. The husband and wife jolted from sudden fright. The husband then knew that she was what made the sound. The wife swiftly made her way to the bedroom with whatever she could grab at arms distance, which happened to be her umbrella. The husband frantically tried to prevent the wife from entering the bedroom, but it was too late. Goldie was fast asleep on the bed, dreaming away. “What the hell is going on here?” The wife screamed. Goldie awoke from her slumber and was astonished that she had fallen asleep and was still present when they arrived back. Goldie began to cry, and explained to the wife that her husband had ordered a prostitute. The wife was devastated and sat on the foot of the bed. The husband screamed with great fierce in his voice. She became fearful and she ran off. What happened to the family, she does not know. What she does know is that her future can only go up from here.