by Reid Mitchell
Hiring Mourners in Wan Chai
I hired a whore the night my father died gather ye mourners where ye may and friendless I left myself by faring so far a Thai woman with a Chinese face lay in my bed till day I sat at this desk, drank whisky, and cried Editors' note: Read "A Cup of Fine Tea: Reid Mitchell's "Hiring Mourners in Wan Chai"" here. 54 Leighton Street
I open my window to better hear the rain below me pedestrians under umbrellas float bright blossoms on a stream some signs I cannot read
Ten Dollars Hong Kong
She does not beg; she demands. And her round sooty face, rolling eyes, raucous screech have rushed to conclusion. So many speeches between a man and a woman on the patch of sidewalk in front of Fenwick's.
The girls view her as good a good luck charm, as any saint stamped on metal, and hardly ever allow a drunk to grab her and kick her to the concrete in front of Fenwick's. |