the weird chick

Ain’t Nothin

June 14th, 2009

“What is it?”

“Ain’t nothin’.”

“So then what is it?”

“Ain’t nothin’.”

Confusion. “What is it?”

“I tell ya, it ain’t nothin’.”

Frustration. “I know it isn’t. What is it?”

“Ain’t nothin’.”

If she hadn’t been so morbidly curious, she may have quit right then. “I know it’s something, but what? Can I see it?” She tried to look around.

“Ain’t nothin’.”

“I see a foot.” She stood on her toes. “But I don’t see a leg.”

“It ain’t nothin’.”

“Is that real?”

“Ain’t nothin’.”

“Do you say anything else?”

“Don’t got a reason to, cause it ain’t nothin’.”

“Why do you only have one shoe?”

Only a shrug.

“Is that foot real?”

“Ain’t nothin’.”

“Looks like it’s the same size as yours.”

“It ain’t.”

“Yes, it is…”

“Fine, it is. My shoes, they got lost some days ago and I was needin’ new ones. So I took some. ‘Cept I only got one ‘cause the other got away.”

“It got away?”

“Hopped away right down them streets there.” He looked her over. “Yer eyes are some pretty.”

No reply.

“What yer vision like, ya think?”


“What is it?”

“Ain’t nothin’.”

“It’s what?”

“Ain’t nothin’.”

“But I see something-”

“I tells ya, it ain’t nothin’.”

“Is that a head?”

“My eyes, they don’t work too good no more, but it ain’t nothin’.”


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