Blue Hearts For Alabaster Angels

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A cloak has fallen upon our age. No longer the blind leading the blind; for a lack of sight eliminates all authority. In this forsaken future, a melancholy youth named Monroe Alabaster walks a path of cheap thrills and one-night romances...

Submitted: January 17, 2009

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A cloak has fallen upon our age. No longer the blind leading the blind; for a lack of sight eliminates all authority. In this forsaken future, a melancholy youth named Monroe Alabaster walks a path of cheap thrills and one-night romances...

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Monroe had just arrived at a concert and was searching for a supplier. She found an older man carrying a backpack, a dead give away. "Hey cutie," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "You think I can get a discount on a gram of blue hearts?"

"Maybe we can work something out," he replied, failing miserably in his attempt to not sound overenthusiastic, "meet me at the bar in fifteen minutes."

With her connection established, Monroe set out toward the nearest security guard. This self-inflated troglodyte was not particularly attractive, but Monroe was thinking objectively, and her next objective was getting backstage.

"Hey handsome," she said as she pressed up against him, "What's a girl gotta do to get backstage?"

"Well, um I can't just let anybody back there," he said in half-hearted refusal.

"But I'm not just anybody," she responded playfully, "I could rock your world."

Unable to resist Monroe's charm, the security guard was soon escorting her backstage. After some sensual behavior in the VIP room, Monroe instructed, "Wait here while I go use the little girls room." With no intention of returning, Monroe made her way to the refreshment table where she found her next opportunity: Jordan, the singer of the band 'Sedated Society', had just walked off the stage. A few minutes of textbook flirting resulted in an after party invitation. She was promised a good time and all the blue hearts she could stomach. So much for her connection at the bar.

After a few laughs backstage, Monroe and her new best friend, Jordan, were off to the party. On the eleventh floor of an upscale hotel, they made their entrance to a party that was not unlike the countless other parties at which Monroe Alabaster expended her evenings. Jordan led Monroe to a table in the corner of the room (a short distance from the bathroom) that had been set aside for the abuse of various substances.

Most popular were blue hearts; cleverly named pills that were triangular with a notch cut into one side for easy division. This, coincidentally, made them resemble hearts, and they always came in some shade of blue. Everyone knew that the dream-state induced by blue hearts was enhanced if the pills were crushed into a powder and inhaled through the nose. Monroe enjoyed a few lines before discretely pocketing four hearts that had been left on the table by a young man who now seemed to be having a conversation with a deck of cards.

Monroe was accustomed to being the center of attention, and soon became the life of the party as she danced on tabletops and screamed from balconies. Dehydration eventually got the best of her and she met Jordan by the sink where she was filling a water bottle. His words were lost as Monroe's mind twisted. Jordan seemed to be asking her a question. Something about a 'special party'. Monroe was not aware of leaving the first room until she entered another room. But this was a different kind of party.

Diaphanously illuminated by blacklights, Monroe could scarcely see the naked bodies intertwined throughout the room. "I don't know if I want to do this," she tried to object. It was too late. As Jordan began to undress the beautiful Monroe Alabaster, thoughts raced franticly through her mind. Who are these people? What am I doing here? Where are my clothes? She knew it was useless to resist, and allowed herself to be overcome by the nightmare. She took comfort in the hope that she wouldn't remember any of this when she awoke.


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