OLWG#138- Insurgents

This was written for OLWG#138

Celia Santamana and Melba Sánchez joined the revolution when they were both 17 years old. They had grown up together in Pilón, on the southern coast and were assigned to the care of Haydee Hernández a slightly older and more experienced revolutionary. Hernández showed her young charges how to drink, smoke, and fuck. Along with a crash course in guerilla warfare, she introduced them to the care and use of all weapons including blades and firearms. The girls were nautrals, but she helped them hone their skills. In fact it was Haydee who introduced Celia to Estéban.

The prompts were:

  1. when the revolution comes
  2. desperate and blue
  3. like old lovers

OLWG#137- Sugar

This was written for OLWG#137

I was leaning against the streetlight on the corner of Piedras Blvd. and Vista. It was cold and raining hard. My clothes clung wet and heavy. I heard the car long before I spotted it. It rolled up Piedras and slowed to a stop at the curb by my lamppost. The rear window slid down and a hand emerged to beckon me over.

“Why aren’t you working, Sugar?” a big guy whispered from the backseat.

“I’m trying, Diamondtrim. It’s the weather.” I said, “There’s hardly any traffic at all tonight. It’s just me and these streetlights.” I shrugged my shoulders and shivered from the rain.

“Don’t give up.” he said, “This is what Saturdays are for.”

The window buzzed shut again and the car pulled slowly away, a cloud of exhaust following. I moved back to my post and wished for a cigarette.

The prompts were:

  1. In the middle of the kitchen floor
  2. that’s what Saturdays are for
  3. just me and these streetlights

Time for a Change

Written for this challenge – Thank you Peter

Connie looked over her shoulder as Rick eased in through the front door. If looks could kill, he’d be dead now and he knew it, but he still had to try.

She growled at him, “You got a lotta damn gall, showing up here, showing up now.”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry, Connie…” Rick kinda let his apology run out of steam. He stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and shrugged his shoulders. Tried to look pathetic. Tried a sheepish grin.

On her part, Connie started flinging everything she could lay her hands on at him. “Are you trying to piss me off?” she screamed, “Is that what you want? Just get out. Get the fuck out.”

Rick took a step forward.

She threw a big book. It mighta been a cooking book, or it mighta been Tolstoy; she didn’t bother to check which. It did the trick though.

Rick retreated back the way he had come. He went out the front door.

Connie leaned back. She needed to get the locks changed, and as long as she was changing things, maybe she’d she should go downtown tomorrow. Change her hair.

OLWG#136- Catch of the Day

This was written for OLWG#136

Soft jazz and bebop wafted from the speakers in the restaurant when Cosmo folded his menu as he saw the girl returning. He studied her walk.

Approaching, she pulled a pad and pencil from her apron pocket. Arriving, she put all her sleight weight on her back leg and one hand on her hip.

“Didja figger it out yet?” she asked. She waited.

There was something about her eyes, he thought. She has beautiful eyes.

“What’s your name?” he asked her.

She shifted her posture before replying, “Cassiopeia,” she smiled a little crookedly, “Uh, Cassie, everyone calls me Cassie.”

“That’s a ‘stellar’ name Cassie.” he replied, “I’m Cosmo.” The two looked at one another and the music changed. It was Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie. It was ‘Hothouse’ from the “Jazz at Massey Hall” recordings. “I’m looking at the catch of the day, Cassie,” he pointed at the chalked specials menu on the wall, “the salmon.”

“Great choice, Mr Cosmo,” she said, “but we’ve run out. I guess they didn’t catch enough.”

“Damn, what would you recommend then?”

“Me? I’d recommend the Cobb Salad at Aldo’s down the street, but that’s just me.” She pushed her curly dark hair back behind her ear on one side. That lopsided smile came back and lit up her face. Her lips were moist. Shiny.

The prompts were:

  1. we’ve run out
  2. Bird on the box
  3. A one ring circus

OLWG#133- One of Those Days

This was written for OLWG#133

Rainey raised her empty glass and nodded to catch the attention of the bartender. He shakes his head, no.

She raises her glass a little higher and shakes it a bit. She clears her throat, the barman moves down and stands in front of her.

“We’re closed,” he says.

Rainey frowns, “I never heard a ‘last call’ can’t you get me another?”

He points at the clock spinning lazily at the end of the bar. Her eyes follow; it was a nickel after four.

“What time do you close?” Rainey slurred.

“We closed at four, and listen to you; you can’t even talk. You’re slurring your words. You’re drunk. Let me call you a cab.”

“I’m fine,” she replied, “I’m not slurring. I’m talking in cursive. I don’t want a cab. I want another drink. When do you open again?”

“Opening time is 4:15.” He advised.

Rainey squinted at her phone, “That’s like in ten minutes.”

“Yeah,” the barman said, “but ya gotta settle up, and ya gotta go outside. I can have another one ‘a these waiting for you when we open again, but don’t fall asleep in your car. You did that last week. Remember? I had to give your drink to someone else.” He paused, “I don’t want to have to do that again. I don’t want somebody else to get it this time.”

“Thanks, Lloyd.”

“Thank you, Rainey. See you soon.”

The prompts were:

  1. somebody else will get that
  2. broken ways
  3. a nickel after the hour

OLWG#132- Midriff Culture

This was written for OLWG#132

Mary Lou didn’t know about the camera. It had all started out as a bit of fun on her second date with Billy Sparrow.

Billy was a dreamboat and she had been trying to get him to ask her out for months, dropping hints, flirting shamelessly. So when he finally did take her to the movie they sat in the back, in the dark. She may have allowed him to take a few liberties that she normally would not have let him get away with. Billy was the quarterback for the football team and this was what she really wanted. Anyway, it was just a little petting. It was nothing to get worried about.

Now they were on their second date. They were going to play mini golf and then go to a party at Jordan Payne’s house. Jordan played on the football team too. Billy told her that Jordan was a Pulling Guard. Mary Lou didn’t care enough about football to know what a Pulling Guard did on a football team but she assumed it was just another position, like a center or a tight end. She knew what those guys did. She was feeling a little pressure that night though. Things were moving a little fast for her with Billy. After she had let him slip his hand under her sweater at the movies she wasn’t sure what to expect on the second date.

Mary Lou had dressed carefully, brand new shoes, short shorts, and a ‘midriff revealing’ pullover blouse. She was waiting in the living room when Billy picked her up that Saturday afternoon she was a little nervous. She slid into the passenger seat of his car and he leaned over for a kiss and copped a feel. Instinctively, she pushed his hand away. She knew that he was going to be expecting things tonight and she was trying to think of a way to give him something without giving him everything.

“I’ve got to stop at the ATM and get some cash,” he told her as he started the car and the engine rumbled to life. He parked the car, leaned over for a kiss and a squeeze then leapt out and headed to the cash machine. Mary Lou got out of her side and crept up behind Billy Sparrow. She gathered the hem of her pullover and pulled it up to her chin.

“Hey, Billy,” she shouted just as the ATM flashed and captured her image.

Mary Lou didn’t know about the camera. It had all started out as a bit of fun on her second date with Billy Sparrow.

The prompts were:

  1. no truck with you
  2. brand new shoes
  3. didn’t know about the camera