AppleTini by ArtistHazzard on Deviant Art

The crowd had been cheap and greedy, she’d barely made a grand, and must have had at least as many hands pawing at her in the process- “714 East 34th St.” she barked at the driver, as she threw her costume bag onto the cab’s frayed leatherette bench seat, and slid in.

The driver wore a black hoodie, the hood cinched up, so she couldn’t see his face at all-  not even the whites of his eyes- “tough guy,” she surmised, when he never even tried to catch a glimpse of her in the rear view mirror, “some kind of wanna be thug.”

Maybe she’d had a couple too many Appletinis, because she didn’t realize she’d drifted off until she felt the cab come to an abrupt stop- without looking at the meter, she let the usual twenty five fly over the seat, “keep the change” she said perfunctorily, as she grabbed her costume bag, and reached for the door handle- that was when she heard the auto lock kicking in on her door…

The words, “What the hell are you doing?” froze on her tongue as she caught sight of the driver for the first time-  now she could see not only the whites of his eyes, but the steel blue irises they surrounded as well- looking not only at her, but seemingly straight thru her, as the driver reached up with a withered hand and slid the hood back, revealing a face- not so much old, as it was decayed.

“You a good looking woman- but then, you already know that- I am not such a good looking man- anymore, and it isn’t as easy as it once was for me to get close to a woman- beautiful as you- but you an me, we gonna get close, we gonna get real close.”

“I got a hot little place, just a few minutes south a here, name a Lucifer’s- maybe you heard if it-  kinda place don’t nobody care what you look like- I treat everybody just the same; so wadda ya say you let me buy you a drink- Appletini isn’t it?”

Posted for Girlie on the Edge’s Blog Six Sentence Story. The Prompt this week is : Drive.


Carnival Carnage

Photo courtesy of Dale Rogerson

Willet had just queued up for the Ferris Wheel, when the gods saw fit to unleash the most torrential rain of good luck he had ever been witness to….

With a wailing creak, followed by the scream of metal being twisted beyond all imagination, the wheel wrenched free, and did what wheels do best- rolled…

A distraction of eminent proportion ensued almost immediately….

As the wheel rolled clear of the midway and headed for the packed grandstand, Willet, with the nimble wit of a professional, took heed of fates call- and leapt into the mire of human fodder, a pick pocket’s delight.

Posted for Friday Fictioneers


Photo Courtesy of Jairo Alzate on Unsplash

life has become
a repugnant lover
I close my eyes
I grit my teeth
I make list
after useless list
as I wait
for it to stop panting
and sweating
and calling me
filthy names
to stop prodding
and probing
and desecrating
what is left of my flesh
I wait
for it to ejaculate-
to roll over
and fall

I am thinking of submitting this poem for consideration on The Drabble, a site dedicated to re-posting original fiction, non-fiction, and poetic works of 100 words or less. Any comments or criticisms you may have are welcome.

Shadow Dancing

I slow dance with the silhouettes of my transgressions. To a polonaise of hurt and regret; I dip and spin and twirl, until the twinkling of the ballroom stars converge and shed their light on the insight I have gained as a result of having lived through my sins, and come out wiser, on the other side.

Wisdom’s alchemy

Sins orchestrated shadows

Emerge as spirit guides

Haiku Haibun written (but posted too late to qualify) for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #synonyms only for Follow and Lead. My choices are italicized.

Such a Deal

photo by Artem Bali via Unsplash

When Saul arrived at Diana’s Diner, there was a handwritten sign posted on the front door, it read: ‘Due to the overwhelming response to our New Early Bird Specials, single diners are asked to please be seated at the coffee bar, as tables are now reserved for parties of two or more.’

Never one to accept change without putting up some kind of a fight, Saul voiced his disapproval of the new policy by exclaiming, “Such a deal! Now it’s a sin to be single?” as he plunked  himself down on the counter’s last available red leatherette stool.

Miriam, having had her eye on Saul for quite some time, quickly took this opportunity to engage him in conversation by responding, “So maybe this is Diana’s way of playing matchmaker?” -and the rest as they say is history.

Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales #163