We had about four words to put together to make a short story and this is what I came up with, feel free to comment with your thoughts.
The poem just came to me one evening so thought I had better write it down. Enjoy x
How did you get to be?
as you sit and stare, cry or sleep
do you think of what might have been?
Do you care?
You are the broken lady from our street,
have you lived here always?
Is it here that you became,
Sometimes your eyes light up,
like a child’s on Christmas Day.
You talk to us, the kids on your street,
you never had a happy life,
apart from giving your children life.
How did you get to be,
With no one there to care,
sitting and waiting,
we wonder if you will always be there
our broken lady on our street.
They say we are too young to care,
but caring comes to everyone, no age bar there.
The cold days come, we see your face
through the window panes.
We wonder if, you will still be there
when the sun comes back and we play again
will we see our broken lady, from our street?
Mistaken Identity? Or not?
As he parked the car he looked all around to see if anyone was watching him, not really thinking they would be as he was a good two towns away from home. He got the ticket making sure it was ok for a couple of hours, he had never been longer than two hours so new that would be fine. As he walked into the back entrance of Pussycats one of the girls appeared to welcome him taking him through to the waiting area, which was very elegantly done out in red velvet and low lighting. The bar was in the far corner and he went towards it to get a straight shot of Bourbon, the girl serving him was gorgeous he thought to himself and those legs go on for ever, how he would of loved to follow them up and taste her softness.
The madam who ran the establishment came over to welcome him, she did remember him as he had been before on numerous occasions roughly every 8 weeks. She wondered why he only came then and had once asked him and his reply had been that he was away working.
He didn’t want her to know any of his business and kept everything to himself not even sharing anything at home with his wife of 20 years. Thinking of her he felt a twinge of pain for his wife, she would be distraught if she new where he was.
As he filled in the customary paperwork he adjusted his glasses he didn’t want to miss anything or sign in the wrong place and to just check that it was the same form which was just about accidental damage and that they had no liability if he was injured or something. He sometimes thought that he ought to get them to sign a form for him as some of the girls could be a bit rough with his old todger.
Just as he was about to sign another girl with a tray full of glasses and jugs for the bar walked past and fell over, he never did find out what she fell over as in the commotion she fell into him and knocked his glasses off then preceding to stand on them. Hearing the crunch of the glass his heart raced, panic, how would he see he depended on those glasses. The apologies that followed did nothing to help the situation but the promise that they would buy him new glasses up to the value of £200 soothed him considerably also the session he was about to have was free and he could have their brand new girl who had started last week.
Suddenly the world didn’t seem to bad, even though he couldn’t see a thing, he followed madam through to the purple room the lights were so low he was surprised he didn’t fall over something. As he left her and walked into his heaven as that’s what he called it to himself, all he could make out was a lot of purple, then the girl said
“I hope you don’t mind the lights off, I’m a bit new to this and perform so much better in low light.” “Of course not” he replied thinking to himself that she sounded familiar but had a strange accent.
As she slowly undressed him not saying a word he was getting so aroused at her touch and really just wanted to kiss her everywhere but that wasn’t allowed, how could he contain himself. Well he tried but it was so hard, there was something so familiar about her and her smell, he loved that perfume; where had he smelt it before? He asked himself over and over again. The girl turned out to be the best he had ever had and he told her that also saying that he wished he could see her face, she replied saying that wasn’t it better to keep it all a mystery?
“But how will I know who to ask for next time I’m here?” I’m sure if you just say your wife they will know it’s me! What the, he started to say before she turned to him while opening the door saying, “if you can’t beat them join them, good afternoon sir, I hope you enjoyed your visit, see you next time.”