The Call Refused

  “Hell no,” I says.
   I grabs up me banger and that was to be that but you know when you stabs someone and they’re all abouts the keeping its to themselves?
  “Look,” I says. “We don’t even know each other.”
   I keep on with the explaining for a few more goes. Each one sounding more plausible to me, but it’s like I’m sticking myself now so after a while I calls a halt to that malarkey. It’s dark out already and the street lights are inadequate.
  “I’ll see you later,” I says.
  “Sure,” she says, and sets off into the shadow.
   I didn’t, as it happened, and wouldn’t, do that thing. I wouldn’t see her again.