Living in the middle of Chicago is never easy for a single mother with nine daughters, especially with the heat wave that was going on this July. She was barely making ends meet with her being the only one working. So one day while she was looking over bills on the kitchen table wondering how in the hell she was going to pay them all; an idea came to her. If she would live alone, there would be no more worrying… having only one mouth to feed rather than ten would be so much easier. If only she could think of a way to get rid of her daughters… although she still loved them very much. She got up from the kitchen table and started her liberating plot by bursting into tears.

"What’s going on?" The girls cried as all nine of them came rushing into the kitchen at the sound of their mother’s weeping.

"Oh, girls, my dear, dear girls. It looks like I will not be able to pay all that needs to be paid this month. I don’t know what to do.. so what I ask of you is very simple. Please, leave me here and go out to look for jobs. You will then decide to either continue on with your lives away from me or you may choose to come back when you have plenty of money to help me out with." The girls looked a little nervous but they all decided to do what their mother was begging them to do, well, all but one. The youngest one, Sable, was a very pretty girl… with a very interesting phobia. She was afraid of the sun. She spent all of her time indoors, so her skin was more fair than those of her sisters’. Some would call it quite ‘pasty.’

"Oh, mama! How am I ever going to survive out there without the darkness of our home to protect me?" Cried Sable.

"Oh, Darlin’… your sisters will protect you from any harm that comes your way. I promise." So off they went. But Sable’s sisters were getting quite irritated with her. Sable refused to continue walking if there was no shade to protect her from the sun. She would dart from tree to tree, car to car, shadow to shadow. It did not matter as long as the sun didn’t touch her. The temperature was unbearable… and so were Sable’s little antics. So the eight older sisters decided to leave her behind. They figured someone would feel sorry for her and take her in, that or at the very least the insanity ward would pick her up and take good care of her and rid her of her ridiculous behavior. And so as Sable huddled under the safety of a parked car, her sisters continued on their way. She begged for them to stop. She was about to leave the safety of the car to run after her sisters but her fear of the sun was too great. She cowered in the shade for the next four hours when night finally started to fall.

The eight sisters were still searching for jobs when night fell, so they decided to seek refuge. The found old, abandoned cars parked in the street. So they piled in them like sardines to try and sleep for the night. Unfortunately, the girls slept in too long and the heat had killed them all by noon the next day. It was quite a tragic way for eight young women to meet their fate. Meanwhile, Sable was now in a dumpster trying to flee from the sun. She was unbearably hot and sticky, and on top of that she reeked of rotten tuna and moldy diapers. She cried herself to sleep. What Sable hadn’t noticed was that she was being watched by a witch, a good witch. The witch took pity on Sable and she went down to the dumpster and observed her for a few more minutes. The witch had noticed that Sable was afraid of the sun, so she cast a simple spell and rid Sable of her fears, then she turned into a cat and waited for Sable to wake.

When Sable finally awoke, she noticed that something was missing.. that feeling, that horrible feeling was gone. "I’m no longer scared!" She cried. She hopped out of the dumpster and looked around, she was expecting some kind of a doctor to come out and say, "Surprise, I cured you!" But the only thing she saw was a cat. "Oh, dear kitty, if you see the kind person who rid me of my burden, can you say thank you to them for me?"

"What person?" Said the cat. Sable jumped back in utter amazement.

" You can speak!?"

"Well, Darlin’ to tell you the truth I can do a lot more than just speak. You see, for I was the one who cured you…" But before the cat could say anymore, Sable already had her arms tightly around it.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Sable cried in sheer joy. The cat just purred then backed up and POOF! The cat was once again a witch. A beautiful woman that seemed to have a glow to her. Sable was just taking in this magical moment with much appreciation.

" I know the troubles you have been through, Little One, so let me grant you two wishes so that you may continue on with your life in an easier manner." Said the witch.

" Well, I would like a magic portable TV, so that anything I want will appear and I can just reach in and get it." The witch granted the wish and Sable had a pocket size TV in her hands. "Now I would like a pair of magic high-heeled shoes that will do anything I ask them to do." And so her wish was granted and the witch bid farewell and POOF! She was gone.

The first thing Sable did was go behind the dumpster and wish for a bath tub full of bubbles. She reached into her TV and got her bath. She also wished for some clothing, food and money. When she was fully clothed and well fed, she went on her way.

There was local drug dealer and pimp named Zachariah, who had heard of a beautiful, lonely girl named Sable. He had heard that she was just wandering the streets with a purse full of money…and he wanted to get better acquainted with her. This man was known for tricking young, unsuspecting women into working for him once they owed him money. He would do that by preying on girls that came from troubled families promising them that he would help them resolve their problems and he would give them drugs and lead them into a horrible path of debt and the only way they could pay that off was to sell their body.

Zachariah had been somewhat stalking Sable for quite awhile trying to get a feel for who she was… after all, a beautiful girl like her would be perfect for his business. So he disguised himself as an ambitious, young scholar. He went up to Sable at a book store and introduced himself as a lawyer who worked for a local law firm. Sable was so impressed by this charming, young man, that she decided to go on a date with him.

They had a wonderful date. They ate at a beautiful restaurant, they talked, they laughed; Sable could not have had a better night. He dropped her off at a the corner of a safe neighborhood and they said their goodbyes. As he leaned in to kiss her goodnight, Sable noticed the tattoo behind his ear. She may have been a somewhat aloof girl, but she was from the projects and she knew exactly what that tattoo represented. When he left she thought about who she had just spent an amazing time with and she became infuriated. She wanted to help all those poor girls he had seduced and betrayed and condemned to a hell on earth.

Sable gave him a call the next day and suggested another date. Zachariah was assured that he had Sable in the bag. When he went to pick her up he was astonished at how stunning she looked. He almost thought about keeping her for himself. " I just had to spend another evening with you." She cooed in his ear. "Taxi can you stop, please?" They got off on a lonely road and walked in to an abandoned building. " I couldn’t wait any longer." She said in a seductive manner and she started to take off her heels. Zachariah was getting incredibly excited thinking about how even more perfect his plan had gone. He started to take his shirt off when again Sable started talking, but not in the same tone. "You thought you were going to have me didn’t you, you insolent, pathetic fool?" Zachariah looked up at her, he was just a little confused. "Well, you were wrong… you are going to get what you deserve right here, right now." Zachariah was not only confused, but he was a little angry.

"Oh, yeah, what’s that you dumb bitch?" He scoffed.

"Have you ever been on TV Zachariah?" She asked. As soon as she said that, Zachariah was swept off of his feet and he flew straight into her small television. "Heels! Beat him now!" She commanded her shoes, and her heels flew in and started beating Zachariah into a pulp. He begged and pleaded for her to release him. Sable could have made a deal now, but she wanted to watch him suffer for a good two or three hours before she released him. When he was almost dead Sable ordered her shoes to stop. They had once been white, and now they were nearly black from being soaked with blood. "If you want me to let your sorry ass go, you have to give me what I want."

"Anything…" The pathetic pimp managed to wheeze out.

"Let the girls go, every single one of them, do you hear me?! And if you happen to take even one more girl into your sick world… I will take no pity on you the next time." She said in an almost sadistic tone. Zachariah agreed, and he was never seen on the streets again.

Sable met with the nearly 1,000 ex-prostitutes the next day. She handed them $5000 each and told them to start anew and make a decent living. Every single one of these women were very grateful and they went on their way. Sable loved the feeling of helping out these women so much that she decided to travel the United States helping women in every city.

Even though she was satisfied with all the good that she was doing, she was never fully happy. She missed her sisters and her mother. So she wished to see them on TV. All she saw were a pile of bones. She named sister after sister and all she got were bones. She came to the conclusion that they had all died some way or another. She soon found out that her mother had died also, leaving her alone. Sable continued to live life to help women. She never married and she soon grew old. She knew that death was just around the corner and the only thing left to do was to thank the witch who had helped her many years ago.

Death came and told Sable that it was her time to go, but Sable begged lady Death to give her until the morning. Death refused. "But I have to thank the woman who made my life as fulfilling as it was."

"No," said lady Death, "you have to come with me right now." Sable could not die without thanking the good witch, so she wished lady Death into her television. Death pounded on the screen to be let out. After a few minutes, the witch showed up.

"Oh, my dearest Little One, you have grown so old." Said the witch. "Are there anymore things you would like to accomplish before you die?"

"No, thank you, I have lived all I could live."

"Would you like to stay and be the first black woman in history to be the president of the United States?"

"Although it is tempting, I’m going to have to pass, but thank you."

"Very well then, before you die, all I will ask you to do is get rid of the television and the shoes. We wouldn’t want them to fall into the wrong hands, now would we?" And with that the witch left. Sable gave her shoes to her dog so he could chew them up, and she smashed her pocket-size TV with a baseball bat into smithereens. Then the first light of day came seeping through Sable’s window.

"Tis morning." Hissed death as she swung at Sable with her scythe. Sable had taken her last breath.