On the Wings of Hope: Prose (Recognized)

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."