Webster Park (story/pic)

        Webster Park was once a thriving, fun-filled place for the children to play.  Since that time, the neighborhood had gone into decay.  Drug dealers, prostitutes, gangbangers all had their run of the park.


        After some problems at home, Aaron had moved in from out of state to live with his aunt Mildred, who lived just minutes from the park.  Aaron had been an addict and his parents sent him to his aunt Mildred's house to help him get clean. 

        After a few days of being clean and sober, Aaron was starting to get twitchy.  He wanted to get high so bad, but knew his aunt Mildred wouldn't approve. 

        So, that night, he snuck out of the house and headed straight for the park.  He knew he didn't have any money, so he had to try to find a way to get some.  He quickly found what he thought was an "easy target". 

         He started talking to a young black guy named Martin who was selling dime bags of cocaine.  He young guy agreed to take Aaron on, but warned him not to screw up, as his supplier was one mean SOB.

        Aaron worked from the park bench with the young man and a few of his friends.  It was simple, he would work for a few hours and would be paid with a couple bags.  Aaron agreed.

        After a few hours, the police swarmed the park in numbers.  Aaron saw them arriving in the distance and immediately swallowed several bags to avoid being caught with them.  He sat calmly as the police arrived.  His new friends scattered like cockroaches.

        He was polite and cordial when one of the cops started questioning him.  Aaron had no signs of being high and a thorough search of his person found nothing of interest.  Aaron even admitted that he saw the others dealing, which made the cops even more appreciative of his cooperation. 

        Aaron was hung around and waited for everything to settle.  After about an hour, the last of the arrests were made and the police departed just as quickly as they had appeared.  Aaron never saw Martin being placed in the van, so he knew he was safe.

        As things started to settle, a large black man wearing a dress shirt and tie approached Aaron as he sat calmly on the park bench.  He ordered Aaron into one of the park restrooms.

        Thinking this guy was an inspector, Aaron agreed and followed.  "So, you're Aaron, right?"  the man asked.

       "Martin told me you saved the goods."

        "Yes sir," Aaron said, realizing this was no cop.

        "Where is it?"

        "I swallowed it."

        "Well, you better bring in back up."

        With that, Aaron tried to force himself to regurgitate the goods, but to no avail.  After about 5 minutes, the supplier was getting impatient.

        He slammed Aaron against the wall and stuck two fingers down his throat.  Unfortunately, Aaron didn't have much of a gag reflect.  He throat mere quaked and massaged the man's fingers.  Aaron could taste his salty hands, but was unable to bring back up the bags.

        After a few moments, the man pulled out a knife.  "I know how to get them out."  With those words, he jammed the blade deep into Aaron's gut.  

        The young man let out a painful groan as the knife pierced his flesh and tore through his muscles.  The man slid the blade upward, slicing open Aaron's stomach.  He then reached in and pulled the bags out of the young man's body.

        Aaron could feel the man's hand inside him as he gasped in pain.  The man gathered his bags and washed his hands in the sink.  Aaron slowly slid down the wall, holding his bleeding gut with his hands until he faded away.