Toilet Water

Deacon Cassidy rolls out of bed, looks back at the shame stained sheets and exhales. He limps over to his shoddy dresser, opens the drawer and pulls out a $50, where he got it God only knows. He places the bill on the mattress and turns away from the whore. She collects the bill first, and then gets dressed in her rumpled evening gown. “Same time next week deac?” “Sure, but wear perfume, I miss the smell of perfume.”