On the Wings of Hope: Prose

Glamour

Rat-beauty rules over nasty women

“Goy-hey, over here! Hello-hello, slave of mine!” sang the Glamour, having suddenly jumped out from around the corner, and widely stretched his hands in the desire to seize his new victim as strongly and long as ever possible. “Hello, Nasty Woman!” he added in plain terms. “How are you doing?”

“Like that of a boy!” Nasty Woman sniffed and wrinkled her lips. “Always do you come with such silly jokes of yours. And I, by the way, is a woman secular, elegant, modern. And very much…”

“Glamorous!” joined her game Glamour.

“Well, certainly,” Nasty Woman was embarrassed. “Glamour rules over the world!”

“Well, precisely!” confirmed Glamour. “I won't fail to govern ones such as you. I am mighty and annoying, like sunray through skies I'm going!”

“Listen, Glamour,” Nasty Woman changed the topic suddenly, “how do you think – does this dress with that cut out from behind spot suits me well?” and Nasty Woman turned to Glamour with her back in anticipation of disgraceful assessment.

“Does it? Oh, certainly!” Glamour whispered with delight after a second of confusion. “Nasty Women wear all, yet forget of future toll!” – he added.

“I felt it with my tits that you would be satisfied,” guessed Nasty Woman. “That's a very modern and extremely creative dress, by the way, costing loads of money!”

“Got it from your new sponsor?” guessed Glamour. “And what has become with your previous lover?”

“Fuck him!” spat Nasty Woman, but smiled. “I have no need for such cheapskates as my former one. No reason to lend him my body any longer!”

“Body, yes… a good trade thing,” agreed Glamour. “Valuable, for the time being. And who else if not I can teach you, nasty women, how to trade it in successfully?” Glamour winked. “Was you smart enough to suit a cottage from your former one? All in all, you have been living together with him for half a year – almost your entire invaluable life you have already devoted to him!”

“It's in the process,” Nasty Woman answered uninvolved. “We are now preparing necessary documents with my lawyer.”

“Oh, so he is your new admirer?” Glamour burst out laughing. “Well, I got it, I got it. Bright and fast you are growing, good fellow, I approve! Fuck with this and fuck with that if he’s rich and not too fat.”

“I will fuck with him as well, pay for me he always shall!” Nasty Woman picked up a rhyme suddenly. “And how are these mascara and fondant for you?” she changed topic once again.

“Very sexually!” approved Glamour. “With such lips, you can kiss anyone to death,” he added, “approvingly examining Nasty Woman from feet to head and nodding. – And finally, I will join the feast, – he whispered slightly more silently.

“What-what?” Nasty Woman didn't get it.

“Don't distract yourself!” Glamour interrupted her. “Better show me your legs and hands with a pedicure for appreciation! That's good,” he added after a short pause. “You can scratch eyes of all competitors if you desire!”

“All women are like cats!” Nasty Woman readily agreed.

“Yes, but not all of them are stinkers,” wearily confirmed Glamour.

“What were you talking about?” Nasty Woman once again didn't understand her interlocutor.

“About my own affairs, sad things. I still can't transform all women into nasty ones, and that's a pity. Some of them even dare to thirst for chastity, silly ones! And chastity – what's that? As the need presses on, they all will go their own ways, prepared by me for them. Well, except for the most resistant ones, probably. Eh!” Glamour sighted at first, but then suddenly became cheerful once again. “That's the spirit, that's the beauty!” he sang. “You are not even the Nasty, you are the Nastiest from all the women I've met before! One can't help falling somewhere down together with you.”

“Oh, yes,” agreed Nasty Woman. “To drag them down I am glad!”

“And therefore I am not sad!” Glamour joined the rhyme once again.

“Oh, my friend, you are a poet!” Nasty Woman waved her totally manicured hands.

“I talk nonsense to build a fence!” agreed Glamour.

“What-what?” Nasty Woman once again didn't get it at all.

“Never mind!” soothingly noticed Glamour. “After all, such a surprising meeting is awaiting you today, oh my! The nastiest one!”

“Yes,” agreed Nasty Woman. “This new lawyer of mine is simply a whacko man! And as far as I got it, he has pools of money in his wallet! It's going to be not a life, but a fairy tale!”

“You will leave him for good soon enough nevertheless?” Glamour raised his eyebrow.

“Certainly, everything according to your advice!” winked Nasty Woman.

“Yes,” replied Glamour, “but voluntary nevertheless. By the way, I have bought a new magazine here,” he added, giving her a package. “Last words in fashion and, certainly, style, men that are brutal, and stupid, and vile, shopping, and fucking, and all of that sort for all nasty women that take it for sport,” he noted. “Well, give it to your girlfriend!”

“Oh my, how careful of you!” Nasty Woman twisted her lips. “And why is that for a friend of mine and not me personally?”

“Well, because you will have no need for it soon enough,” Glamour sighted wearily and turned his face away. “By the way, there is a guest coming for you right now,” and he looked at his hand, checking own watches.

“Dzin!” practically the very same second a doorbell rang out.

“Oh, my!” Nasty Woman jumped up in fear. “And who might have come so unexpectedly?”

“Well, no, I would rather say – just in time,” Glamour answered routinely. “I would even say – strictly according to a schedule. Hey, what's the heck are you silly standing here idly?” he called for Nasty Woman. “Go and open the door already. It's that very anticipated meeting of which I have already managed to tell you!”

“H… hello,” hardly moving her tongue murmured Nasty Woman the moment an unexpected guest has appeared on a threshold. Is… is that some kind of joke, yes? Costumes games?”

“Greetings,” said the guest in a black robe, which was wrapping her up from feet to head, continuing to hold a sparkling even at daylight scythe in her hands. “I am known as the Death,” she introduced herself with everyday-uninterested-ice-soul-touching voice. “Are these the apartments of madam Stinker?”

“Madam Nasty,” Glamour corrected her with no less routinely voice. “Though she is a great Stinker as well!” he added.

“I have come for you,” totally, as it always is, unexpected guest addressed Nasty Woman. “The time has come.”

“H… how… has come?” Nasty Woman continued to mutter something confusedly, having heavy fallen down to the floor. “I… I was not expecting. I am… still so young. I have to… live and live on!” she started sobbing.

“Well, no, everything looks right,” affirmatively confirmed Death, continuing to move her bony finger through pages of some mysterious book, which has suddenly appeared in her hands. “As it was discussed with you earlier, before your arrival here. Precisely calculated time, last chance for own spiritual change… everything looks right. Well, and the way you have decided to use that given time is your private business.”

“Precisely, indeed,” Glamour interrupted with joy. “Free will, that's it!”

“You… deceived me!” Nasty Woman looked at him with hatred. “You… didn't tell!”

“And you didn't ask!” he giggled maliciously and showed her a tongue. “You have been spending your time so pleasantly that didn't even dare to think of something different. About the meaning of life, for instance. There are so many things to think about!”

“Time is running out,” coldly answered the Death. “It's time to leave.”

“And how many other ones are leaving today as well?” Glamour addressed the Death.

“Lots of,” she answered coldly. “Come on, it's time for us to go,” she turned to Nasty Woman.

“W… where… to go?”

“Into the other world. To prepare for an answer.”

“Say hello to all your sponsors!” Glamour burst out laughing. “By the way, they will all be grabbed soon as well. And still, they don't understand what they have been living for.”

“Very few ones understand it,” answered the Death. “They have no time for this now.”

“Glamour rules over the world!” Glamour burst out laughing once again.

“If it was in my will – I would gladly suffocate you!” Death looked at him with icy eyes. “So many ones you have sent to me already, and some of them even before their time.”

“All men are mortal,” Glamour replied philosophically. “Well, come on, don't you dawdle!” and he hit Nasty Woman with a fist sideways. “You have no chance but to leave. No more chance.”

“Swine!” Nasty Woman hissed with hatred.

“Oh, sure, you are a decent swine, indeed,” confirmed he. “I would rather tell – very glamorous one!”

“Swine!” she managed to hiss once more before Death finally embraced her with own hands and both of them have disappeared in some grayish haze.

“That's it,” Glamour hemmed with satisfaction. “Minus one slave. And how don't they really understand that it's not the Glamour who brings them happiness?”

04.03.2013