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Rawlston Retribution

Rawlston Retribution

Copyright © 2016 by Penny Tawret

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I sat heavy-hearted alongside my sister and cuz in the funkily cramped waiting room of the trauma ward at Keystone med, my mind racing and my heart pounding on awaiting just the tiniest sliver of news from the doc on my good old coworker and longtime friend’s progress while his sister, Rhonda was nearly down to the cuticles of her nails in extreme rhinoceros anxiety. Many seconds to hours, and what very much seemed like years whizzed by until finally, the padding of feet sounded from somewhere down the hall, but to my ultimate shock and surprise, it wasn’t the doctor or even a nurse in the slightest at all. Our other friendly neighborhood spotted hyena; aside from Jenni and all the rest, Karmen Rawlston graciously swaggered into view, dressed in her usual everyday street outfit of a dusty black leather jacket, crop top, jeans and usually just her bare feet at most often times, but for the pretty blatantly obvious rules of a hospital environment, was required to put on her casual boot sandals instead. “Hey, hey, hey, Female Body Inspector!” I greeted in my usual way. “Funny of you to drop by.” “Ha!” Karmen mocked laughed with her thick and even more beautiful Nigerian accent. “Never heard dat one befor.” “What are you even doing here anyway, mate?” Lauren inquired. “Shouldn’t you be, you know, ‘top home security of the world’?” Karmen heaved a heavy sigh as she planted herself down on the stool next to me. “Yeah… Until today.” “What?” I asked, confused. “What the hell happened?” “The neegas just send me a letta in da mail today sayin’ my performance record somehow just wasn’t up to snuff, but I call nuttin’ but bullshit on all a dat. I knew it was for some whole nother reason. Now, I gotta go back to dat shitty grocery store job, dabbin’ up spilt milk off da floor and stackin’ mile high boxes like I’m some sort a apartheid slave.” Her stomach rumbled rather loudly. “Which reminds me as well,” She sighed again. “I am also out of food money. Perfect.” “I’ve got a few shells of escargot in my pocket Wendy shared with me for lunch today.” I offered, fishing the little Ziploc bag out of my jacket pocket. “It’s not much, but it should at least hold you till we get back to Rhonda’s waffle house.” “Snails?” Karmen question, gritting her teeth a little. “Not to be rude at all, my friend, but I do tink I will pass on dat offer.” Her stomach growled again; almost immediately in protest. “Someone else definitely says otherwise.” I teased with a smug grin. Karmen scoffed. “Alright. I will try maybe one or two.” She nearly snatched the bag out of my extended hand and slowly removed one of the oily garlic and butter snails from the bag before hesitantly gulping it down, shell and all and smacking her lips thoughtfully afterwards. “Dese… actually are not all dat bad.” She admitted, beginning to chow down on the rest of the bag. “Where did our lovely python friend even happen to get her scaly hands on dese?” “Hmm. Internet.” I answered simply, before being abruptly cut off and brought up to full and undivided attention along with Karmen and the rest of my peeps as the doctor at last began straddling down the hall with at least one piece on the bit of an update, but from the expression heavily present on the she-hippo’s face and muzzle, I could definitely tell something was up. “Miss Skeena?” She inquired, quietly motioning with a finger. After what seemed like yet another more than tiring twenty five years on end, Rhonda slowly padded back down the hall with her jade green eyes now red and bloodshot, and what looked like dried tear lines running down the corners of her face and eyes. Laurie looked up, concerned. “Mate, what’s wrong? What happened?” “Andy… They…” She stammered before finally taking a long swig of her bottle of water in front of her to steady herself before fully speaking. “They tried everything they could. I know they did. But, those fuckers knocked him way beyond senseless to a point apparently where there was irreversible brain and tissue damage, and so, they had to pull the plug.” “What?!” We all gasped in unison. She nodded slowly in confirmation. “Dose inconsiderate bastards.” Karmen snarled. “I never once thought I would eva have to do dis, but I need to make one phone call. It’s time to bring in the Black Panthers.”


Rawlston Retribution

I sat heavy-hearted alongside my sister and cuz in the funkily cramped waiting room of the trauma ward at Keystone med, my mind racing and my heart pounding on awaiting just the tiniest sliver of news from the doc on my good old coworker and longtime friend’s progress while his sister, Rhonda was nearly down to the cuticles of her nails in extreme rhinoceros anxiety. Many seconds to hours, and what very much seemed like years whizzed by until finally, the padding of feet sounded from somewhere down the hall, but to my ultimate shock and surprise, it wasn’t the doctor or even a nurse in the slightest at all. Our other friendly neighborhood spotted hyena; aside from Jenni and all the rest

  • Author: Penny Tawret
  • Published: 2016-07-18 20:20:06
  • Words: 817
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