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The Skeenas

The Skeenas 

Copyright © 2016 by Penny Tawret 

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Lauren “Aussie” Rakoff 

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“Hey! Look who it is! Our favorite Dingo girl!” Our congregation’s well rounded and jocund rhinoceros general, Rhonda Skeena greeted in her usual light-hearted way as I entered through the main door of our establishment on fiftieth street, and gracefully planted myself a seat in the booth next to her and my equally near and sincere close cheetah friend, George Linton; or whom we simply knew as “Pretty Nicky”, the chrome wearing, big baller older brother of Donna Linton heading up the Hystericals over on Acker Street and our family’s overall docile, but often times headstrong lieutenant. He and his sister, on those ever so special occasions he would collaborate with her on certain aspects of the crew, were usually the wild and more carefree additions to our little so called, “Brady Bunch”. Rhonda on the other hand, was a lot more laidback and usually whenever she could, spent most evenings and late nights quietly in solitude back at the clubhouse; reading “The Contender” or often catching a few Z’s here and there, all while snacking pretty frequently on the more than a few bags of Cheetos, Chex Mix, and Pistachios she secretly stashed from Nicky on the days he was more than constantly stunting online as some new kind of 2035 “internet sensation”. “Glad to see you’re finally out of the gutter after our well-deserved bringing of peace to our Panda sister, Mixy who unfortunately is no longer with us in her current body anymore.” She said solemnly, but was almost immediately brought back up into her usual happy go luck mood by what I assumed was the hilarious sight of me ravenously digging into my pile of flapjacks on the saucer in front of me, and scarfing down a few dozen or so bacon strips on the side along with my usual glass of root beer. She chuckled. “And, still have that appetite of yours, I see.” “What can I say, mate?” I responded, after letting out a content belch; wiping a diminutive bit of root beer off the lips of my muzzle with a sleeve of my jean jacket. “I was absolutely famished.” “Well, I sure hope you’ve got even more of a savored hunger for some action.” Nicky piped up. “I just got off the phone with Money Penny down at Granite Hill mall. Seems those Cholo niggas are poppin up like weeds back in the center of town and apparently found just found out about all of ours reputations as the city’s true guardians.” “Damn.” Rhonda growled indignantly, slamming her hand down on the table in frustration. “Just had to make me miss my brunch.” She straightened up the collar and sleeves of her aging Khaki button down and crop top underneath, shuffling to her feet. “Alright, ya’ll. Let’s go can us some dirty rats.” 


The Skeenas

“Well, I sure hope you’ve got even more of a savored hunger for some action.” Nicky piped up. “I just got off the phone with Money Penny down at Granite Hill mall. Seems those Cholo niggas are poppin up like weeds back in the center of town and apparently found just found out about all of ours reputations as the city’s true guardians.” “Damn.” Rhonda growled indignantly, slamming her hand down on the table in frustration. “Just had to make me miss my brunch.”

  • ISBN: 9781311427229
  • Author: Penny Tawret
  • Published: 2016-07-16 19:20:07
  • Words: 540
The Skeenas The Skeenas