Yayo Short 6: A Walk at Night
*Trigger Warning* (There is a "joke" in this story that could be rather questionable for some readers; Read at your own discretion).
Yayo has always been fascinated by big cities at night. The many lights of the cars, skyscrapers and houses where your husband goes to when you are asleep dazzle her and she becomes interested in what is going on. Yayo knew that the streets at night are not the safest, but she does not mind. The last mugger who tried to rob her ended up in the hospital with a concussion. Yayo is known for her thick head and powerful headbutts that can shatter bones.
Today was another beautiful night. Yayo was looking out of the window of her apartment breathing the smoggy air and smelling the fumes of the cars passing by. She took a deep breath. "Wonderfully stale," gasped Yayo while exhaling the polluted air," time for a nice stroll through the city." Yayos frequent night time walks came to the detriment of all the people living on the same street as her. She was known on the entire bloc anyway, because of her shenanigans. But her nightly shenanigans really flustered some feathers. Just last week the old lady living next door to Yayo had called the police. Yayo really did not understand what all the murmuring was about. After all, the only thing she did was, playing electronic guitar, with four huge amplifiers connected to the guitar. "I can't even practice my guitar skills without some one complaining." thought Yayo while remembering this little incident, carefully brushing aside the fact that her playing could have been measured on the richter skala. One week before the guitar incident, there was another incident, but instead of a guitar being involved, lots of fish was. In a documentary about the Roman empire Yayo saw how the Romans created a broth out of fish remains. So she decided to buy 2 tons of fish, placed it in her backyard and let the sun shine on it for the entire day. What Yayo neglected though, was that in order for the process to work , one requires salt to be added to the fish. So, instead of the fish turning into a broth, they started to smell terribly. The smell was so atrocious the national guard had to be called. Instead of broth, Yayo received a fine and 200 hours of community service. "Hmpf," grunted Yayo," the judge was jealous of my huge amount of fish." Yayo has been looking for a better place to live since then, but nothing came up.
Walking through the almost empty streets of her part of the city, Yayo continued to think about her current situation.
For other people Yayos mind is an enigma. Nobody understands her way of thinking, acting and overall attitude. She does not understand why though. She is just doing what she wants, she is never trying to hurt some one. "Is it because of my awesomeness?" asked Yayo herself while turning into an alley. Yayo had a problem of not taking things seriously, which goes far back to the day she was born, or at least to the day she thought she was born. Yayo really can't remember having a childhood. She just one day woke up on a beach, without any memory of what happened. The only thing she is sure of is her name, because she read it on a plastic container that lay besides her in the sand. Yayo concentrated her thoughts back to the present and her 'serious-taking' problem. Up until a year ago, Yayo had been sleeping in a cardboard box outside the very apartment she is now living in. Before her, an old man used to live there who had no relatives. On the day the old man died Yayo visited him in the hospital. Sitting at his death-bed Yayo, not quite able to grasp the situation, asked the man: "Can I have your stuff?" Her rather smug look did not help matters. Yayo took the apartment anyway and moved in. She did not attend the old mans funeral, nor did she ever visit his grave; Yayo would never spent another thought on the man. Until now that is.
Dim street lights shone small cones of light on to the side-walk where Yayo walked.
At a birthday party five months ago she was accused by an enraged father of having no consideration for others. Yayo still does not know why. Yayo thought it was a nice gesture coming to a birthday party of an only child to which the entire neighbourhood was invited. She even made a special cake for the occasion. The child wasn't really a child though, but a doll. Yayo was mortally offended. Even though she was told not to mention it, Yayo blurted out that the child was not real. "A doll can not eat my special Chili cake," she told the family and neighbours at the birthday." What Yayo did not expect was the reaction she got. A shocked crowd, an angry father, a crying mother; Yayo found herself quickly on the door steps in front of a closed door. Angrily she walked home pounding with her feet on the ground. Yayo had spent so much time on her cake, and now it is all on the floor. "Was the name on the cake wrong," she wondered," this can't be, I made sure to ask. The father told me his wife had a Miss Carriage. I don't know what kind of stupid name that is, but I put it on the cake anyway. And this is the thanks I get? Pfft!"
She was never invited again to a birthday party. Come to think of it, she hasn't seen the wife again in a long time. Maybe she moved. The man is still living there though.
Yayo slowed down a little. She looked up to the night sky. "Maybe I should buy them a new doll. Then we'll be friends again." she thought, grinning at her idea.
Turning around she made her way home again.