By Jen Ross
Tall and curvy with glossy black curls and smudged cherry lipstick, the girl adjusts her clingy red dress and glances nervously up and down the darkened street corner. As she slinks out of the dented silver car with tinted windows, her stilettos hit the pavement, producing that distinct metallic echo that signals a woman on the prowl. She cranes her neck up wistfully towards the stars, wondering how it all went so wrong. Tonight will be the last time, she vows, placing her hand reassuringly over her faux-leather purse, palming the pack of sleeping pills she stole from her last customer.
Great work telling a whole story in a few words.
Nicely done!
Love the imagery! Very visual and evocative. Nicely done.
I agree with Dan’s comment.
Excellent story telling.
Hopefully, her last night will free her without taking the sleeping pills.
Extremely descriptive and captivating imagery. Great job!
The theft of her dreams, the client of his pills, and now of her life…so well done. Thank you for writing this.