Just Gellato

I hadnt stolen a parking spot hadn’t voiced more than a “damn”, “traffic”, “san francisco”, “I should have known better” I had wanted to have ice cream, to park my damn car, to have a fun night CUNT. Yeah you, CUNT. CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT he yelled it from his expensive car like it was a recorded message. I wore a sweater and jeans, a sweater and jeans. then, CUNT. I look at him in awe, then, in a beg to stop then as a “Why?” a kind, gentle “why” that night, I was his victim someone to make feel like nothing when he had no idea I already did Submitted by Allison in San Fransisco, CA