“Your children are beautiful,” she said, handing back his wallet after removing several bills. Her mouth was fringed by bitten-off melon lipstick, a calm kind of mad. She told him to call her Sally, “like the song McCartney rips his lungs on.” She was a different kind of whore but this hotel room was the same as the ones before, empty and strained, the smut of a stain on the white coffee cup never rubbed away. “Of course, children are always beautiful,” she concluded, “it's adults who go ugly.” She was going to be as ugly as he made her.
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I've been M.I.A. for a bit.
This was inspired by Six Sentences.
http://sixsentences.blogspot.com/
What can you say in six sentences?
I had this homeless piece of dialogue stuck in my head and so with the idea/form of six sentences it became fully formed.
I LOVE this Andrea. It's so short, but so full. Awesome density in a flash. And the coffee cup "smut of a stain" playing with the themes--brill. Lovely piece! Also, congrats on all your recent pubs. xoxo, H
Wow! That last line is just about as powerful as it gets. There is so much truth, so much human history in it.Talk about your Big Bang theory.Literally.Great job.
"...a calm kind of mad."
That's a bull's eye strike and describes this distilltion too. 90 proof. Heady.
I like this very much.
wow! thanks guys!!
I've been so M.I.A. as of late, emails piling up and all this reading I want to do.
this six sentences site really focused me to write this piece -
http://sixsentences.ning.com
I never imagined ever writing flash but fictionaut helped me break out of my tunnel vision and to actually put my stuff out there.
everything everyone else said. done so quick, too. wow, i like.