Promises

I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar.

That much was true?

What?

Nothing. Sorry. Please continue.

It was late into my shift on a Thursday night when he walked in, all shiny shoes, slick backed hair and pearly whites. He gave me his card and held my hand. He said he’d show me the world, make me famous with riches beyond my wildest dreams.

And you believed him?

Oh, he had very shiny shoes.

And this was…?

…30 years ago today.

But you’re still working as a waitress in a cocktail bar?

Yes, that much is true.


Hooray for Hollllllyyywooooddd… ahem. Well, actually, hooray for Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Get yourself there and join in with the weekly 100 word challenge!

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29 thoughts on “Promises

  1. Like the old Red Skelton poem,
    “Algae saw a bear
    The bear saw Algae
    The bear was bulgy
    The bulge was Algae.”

    Life’s like that, I’d say. Great job, Mister B.!

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