Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Tantalyzing Tuesday, January 13, 3015 ~ Mona Lisa Rain #iamwriting #writer

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser....and we have one for the books. After you have had a chance to read and comment (purdy please) on my 200 word teaser, have a bounce over to the other authors and read what they put together for you. 'Member? A photo of our own choosing and a limit of 200 words to write a story with a real beginning, a middle and an ending.

Believe me--it ain't easy. Enjoy  o√ ¸.¨¯`*..*˜"*°
Mona Lisa Rain
She could question how she wound up on the streets, but she already knew. Hell, it didn’t matter anyway. Everybody gets what they deserve. Everybody knew that.

It was the wee hours of the morning and she was all alone on the barren, wet streets. The tat-tat-tat of her heels on the sidewalk announced her approach as she headed…where? Home? That was a laugh. It made her think of the first time—her first time—on the streets of San Francisco. It was a night like this with little traffic of any kind. The rain always had that effect, kept the good Joes home while the creeps washed out of every black hole.

It was like that her first night…and he was a creep. But she did him anyway, holding her breath as he huffed and panted into her young pink mouth.

If she had any doubt about what she had become, it vanished with that blow-job stuffed into her sweet Mona Lisa smile. Every night since, her skirts got shorter and the nights longer and the creeps, well, they were creeps.

It was just a matter of time before she would call one of those black rat holes home.
© Muffy Wilson

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4 comments :

  1. Ooh, Muffy! I love the way you used sound in this. It added so much to the dread. Very nice tease.

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  2. Wow, nice job creating a mood! Vivid imagery. Sexy and sad.

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  3. What a dark and miserable tease. I am joined with her in despair.

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  4. Such a dark, and emotive piece. Great work, Muffy!

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