Telling a story from an alternate perspective.
Well, Clark reeled me into his writing web. Perhaps you, like I, found his “ghost” writer in Lisa Listwa last week. Well, this week, the ghost is me. Putting aside all the feelings of insecurity, (can I do it? I’m not as good as they are. What if. . . ?), I am telling his tale from an alternate perspective.
Misty Meadows was glued to the window, the silk robe falling off her lithe and toned shoulders, just a peek of the turquoise g-string and bra-lette showing through the gossamer fabric, staring at the action unfolding in front of the club.
Ever since she had proved to her boss, Lou, that she could keep her mouth shut in certain circumstances involving the law, he’d been her champion.
She watched with the trace of a sardonic smile on her cherry-red lips as he got in the face of that sleazebag bouncer; she could almost see the hair raised on the creepy little pinhead who never missed a chance to rub up against her and whisper sweet disgustings in her ear.
The echo of his suggestive and lewd words replayed in her head, as she waited for Lou to punch him in his mottled face, it might improve his complexion, and send him skulking off like the weasel he was.
One of the regulars walked up, that detective who always enjoys the dancing but knows to keep his hands off, except, of course, when he was filling her thong with dollar bills.
Lou escorted Mr. Devereaux inside, while the ‘no-longer working at the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge loser’ took his leave, and Misty dropped her robe, ready for the afternoon performance.
You never know what you are going to find when you stop by the Six Sentence Story bloghop hosted by Girlie On the Edge. This week the cue is ECHO. The stories may be fun, deep, poetic, metaphoric, fiction or non-fiction, but they all have one thing in common – only six sentences.