All I Need
Cleaning Lady-Excuse Me
She knocked again.
“Don’t come in,” yelled a frightened boy.
The old woman stood against the wall waiting for the boy to be done. She went and knocked on the other door and heard a similar cry of discomfort.
“Not done yet,” said a female voice.
She passed the time by wiping the wooden doors down with her special homemade wood cleaner. The male and female figurines were especially wiped down carefully. She used her fingernails to pick the dirt within the dress of the female figure and the head of the male. She looked at her watch and noticed it was almost time for the closing bell. She placed her ear against the smooth door and heard a little girl having some difficulty.
The old woman began refolding her towels and rearranging her nicely placed cleaning products. She looked at her watch again as she waited patiently to complete her afternoon routine. These were the last two bathrooms left in her shift. She started cleaning the water fountain and scraping the gum off from underneath a nearby bench. She even considered mopping the hallway again.
She went over and again knocked gently on the girl’s bathroom door. She didn’t hear anything.
“Cleaning lady-excuse me,” said the old woman as she opened the door. The door quickly shut close as the wooden door almost knocked the old woman onto the floor. She threw her wood cleaning towel down in frustration. She held her knee and sighed as she stood up and saw her towel staining the area around it. The female voice on the other side of the door began muttering sentences but the cleaning lady heard nothing.
The old woman left and came back with a mop in her hand.
She began mopping the floor.
The Posse Effect
“I don’t hear anything. I think she’s gone,” said Rebecca as she took her ear off the door. The one in the stall heard her as she drowned Evian’s head into the toilet again. The other girl went in and helped her, holding Evian by her other ankle as they let her shoulders rest on the seat to allow her throat to savor their piss.
“I think she’s had enough,” said Rebecca, walking towards the stall.
“You think so? You think Mrs. Evian here has gotten the idea?” yelled the leader as she hoisted Evian up out of the toilet and revealing her to Annekka like it was her trophy.
“Dunk her again,” laughed Annekka.
The leader smiled and dropped Evian into the toilet, smacking her hand away as she attempted to flush the taste away.
“Cleaning lady-excuse me.”
The door began to open when Rebecca smartly reacted by running back to her post and pushing the door shut.
“What are you doing?” said Annekka, poking her head out of the stall.
Rebecca hesitated and turned back towards the door. “Don’t feel well-come back later please.”
“What,” yelled the leader from within the stall.
“I mean-go away,” stuttered Rebecca. She turned towards the stall and smiled as the leader walked out.
“What the hell is the matter with you telling that woman to come back?”
“I heard what you said.”
“I fixed it. I told her to go away.”
“Go out there,” pointed the leader.
“She thinks you’re the only one in here.”
“What am I suppose to do?” thought Rebecca.
“Distract her. Take her away or something. Ask her to take you to the nurse’s office.”
“But I’m not really sick.”
“I know-not chemically anyways you-idiot,” yelled the leader as she smacked Rebecca on the side of the head.
The leader took her ear away from the door as she heard Rebecca convincing the old woman to take her to the nurse’s office.
“Annekka-you done girl?”
Annekka picked Evian up and dragged her out of the stall for the leader to get a look at her. Evian wiped the piss taste from her lips, trying to speak without tasting it.
“Am I in?”
The leader walked forward and extended her hand out towards Evian.
We Steal That Money
Annekka went to work at the restaurant that night. Her friend Beni called in sick earlier that day but she still awaited his arrival despite not getting the news.
A couple of hours later into her shift and Beni walked into the restaurant with two men quickly following behind him. The man in the middle was larger than the rest. Waiters, bartenders and even the manager stood by as Beni passed everyone and took his friends to the second floor and then down into the basement.
“Was that Beni?”
“No ‘hello’-no ‘I’ll be back’?”
“He didn’t look sick.”
Beni stopped at the stairwell and looked back at his associates before moving into the third floor of the restaurant.
“I think we should leave it here somewhere,” said Beni quietly.
The large man in front of him shook his thick head. “No. Your house is better.”
“I don’t want it to be at my house,” said Beni, holding the briefcase now with two
hands. “My mum is having some party with fifty or sixty guests-they’ll find it. It is much safer here.”
“She hasn’t found the others,” laughed the large man to himself.
“Let’s get out of here,” voiced Dorian from behind the large man.
Beni and his much larger friend followed Dorian up the steps and out of the restaurant.
“Can you take my tables Q? I gotta split for the rest of the day,” said Annekka as she folded her apron and began clocking out. She knew he wouldn’t say no. Qubert secretly needed extra money for his father’s operation and Annekka was from only a handful of people who were allowed to know about it.
Dorian walked with Beni to his car as the larger man sat quietly in his tank-like truck, waiting patiently as he looked towards the restaurant door.
Annekka walked out onto the street and saw Beni who was motioning behind him to where the tank was parked. The large man sat up.
“Beni I need some money,” confessed Dorian as Beni began opening the trunk of his mother’s car.
“Huh? How much?” wondered Beni. He looked inside and saw familiar bags from a previous job hiding behind an array of cleaning products.
“I need $200,000.”
Beni quickly shut the trunk of his mother’s car. He turned and looked back at the driver sitting in the car behind them.
“He’s the bank,” pointed Beni.
Dorian walked over towards the large man’s truck and waved to Annekka who was sitting in the passenger seat.
“Hey Annekka-how’d she do?”
“Alright sis,” smiled Dorian. The smile vanished as he turned his attention to his associate.
“I have no money,” said the large man.
“What-how’d you know I was gonna ask you-that?”
“Because of the way Beni pointed and smiled at me,” mimicked the large man, extending his finger out like Beni did.
Dorian was furious. Beni walked over to him and handed him the briefcase. “Come on Dorian let’s go.” Beni hopped into the tank but Dorian remained outside-pacing back and forth by the road. Then he stood still. He saw a locked up loan office on the other side of the street and began making his way towards it.
“What the fuck is he doing?” asked the large man.
“He’s gettin that loan,” laughed Annekka.
Dorian ran up to the loan office and swung the briefcase through the side window, shattering the glass. He reached his hand inside--searching thoroughly to find something.