[Day 23 of 365]:
While my MUSE contemplates the changes I’ve envisioned for Shattered Souls, I’ve decided to come up with new story ideas. I can’t promise anything will come from these small scenes, but I want to explore the words and images that barrage my mind.
Every time I drive home, I feel the sensual world around me and hope that someday I can express what I feel in words. One day…
Writer’s Prompt: describe the beginning of an ordinary day for you main character.
Rose stepped over another broken bottle.
She enjoyed hearing the glass crunch beneath her boots and she stomped hoping for another satisfying pop. Rose always loved taking out her frustrations on the remains of last nights leftover party favors. The club parking lot was full of them.
Bob, the bouncer, stepped out from the red velvet awning, frowning as usual. Opulence and muscle wrapped into one vision. He grunted and tipped his head up. “You get tired of playing with college boys Rosie?” he snickered.
Rose ignored him but was grateful for the taunt. At least somebody actually noticed her existence again.
“Dre in yet?” she asked.
“She’s late, like my girlfriends period, as usual.” Bob said. “But Dirk is auditioning a new girl in VIP.”
“Great, fresh kitty.” Rose made sure to seem bored. She knew the club could never have enough girls, but she really didn’t want to work for the job. It wasn’t like strippers could negotiate for benefits. She just hoped that some of her regulars were still coming around. College was more expensive than she expected.
Rose stepped through the front door into the dark. Her eyes slowly got used to the almost nonexistent ambient lighting. Newly added spotlights led her down the familiar hallway. It didn’t feel like home coming back to the club after her first semester of college, but it did feel like wrapping herself in a warm blanket.
Fresh red brick couldn’t cover the feint odor of beer, vodka, and sex on display. Strands of light swayed and sparkled as she passed under an archway of fake crystals. Apparently, the club had a small upgrade since she left. But when she walked into the open bar and saw the stage, Rosie sighed with relief.
New name, new decor, same bullshit. Dirk was probably in the back trying to convince the new girl to give up her flower before throwing her on stage to fight the real wolves. Rose hoped the money would be just as good as before. Otherwise her dreams of become a real engineer would slide down the pole and out the front door.
A girl’s gotta eat after all.
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“To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.” ~James Arthur Baldwin |
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