A foray into fiction with a 100 word story. It seems boredom is a strange beast.
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The street light flickers.
She’s a tight-body in a tight red dress, with her dark hair
curled. She wears a shade too much make-up. It makes her look like a lady of
ill repute- the desired effect.
A station wagon stops. The conversation's muted. Inside
the wagon is darkness except for a glowing cigarette end. She shows a trace of
pink tongue across pert red lips as she softly speaks. She gets in.
Next stop: an empty parking building. He’s hard already. She
breathes on him gently. He doesn’t expect the thin knife-blade going into his
throat. She moans, satisfied.
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