100 Words - Yodel In The Dark

 It was nearly dawn at the end of a long night of successful drinking, but unsuccessful debauchery. I left the bar drunk, lonely and hopeless. Then, walking among the still dark valleys of Brooklyn came a beautiful sound. A song. Not a song, a yodel.

I followed the echoing sound to an alley behind a butcher shop where a beautiful young woman yodeled away as she chopped up dead pigs. I watched in awe, arousal and repulsion. I wanted to approach, but couldn’t.

She finished her chopping and yodeling, scooped the meat into a wheelbarrow and disappeared into the shop.