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Donna Does Denver

  1. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 2 years ago

    [One of my flash fiction endeavors that has no chance with SEO anyway.]

    She lands. Terminal 69. She de-planes. After the usual half-mile airport trek, she finally reaches the cabstand.

    45 minutes later she is walking up the steps of her new “employer”. Even with that crooked cab driver taking the long way around, she still managed to show up on time.

    She changes clothes. Ultra-high miniskirt, high-heels, low-cut blouse. The usual.

    She starts to leave. Oops, almost forgot the handcuffs. “Men!” she laughs to herself.

    Strolling down the sidewalk in the redlight district she is. In due course, her first customer shows up. Negotiations ensue. A price is agreed upon. They begin walking to the seedy motel down the block.

    “Btw,” says Donna, “my name is Donna.”

    “Nice to meet you, my name is John,” says the customer.

    “Well, that’s appropriate,” says Donna, “I’m on loan from Dallas.”

    “On loan?” says John.

    The squad car pulls up.

  2. paradigmsearch profile image89
    paradigmsearchposted 2 years ago

    What!?! Nobody wants to say hi to Donna? big_smile

  3. Kathryn L Hill profile image84
    Kathryn L Hillposted 2 years ago

    The cops arrested John whose real name was Winston. Winston Weldon from Los Angeles, California. He had come to Denver on business and had become bored watching the cable TV in his hotel room. He had wandered out into the night just intending to get some fresh air when he caught sight of Donna casually strolling along under the street lights. He had noticed the glint of the handcuffs tucked just so in her skirt. His mind went blank at that point. Now, he certainly wished it hadn't.

    Sitting in the patrol car, contemplating his fate, he hoped he had a enough money to get out of this jam. "Darn! That new Mercedes is probably out of the question now!" He thought to himself.

    Meanwhile, Donna heaved another sigh, "Men…"

    "Good work, Donna!" Jack, the detective, called from the passenger window as Officer Boland pulled the patrol car into the street. Officer Boland turned on the siren just for the fun of it.

    Winston's wrists were already sore. He winced in pain. He waited for rude comments from these two…5, 4, 3, 2...

    1. paradigmsearch profile image89
      paradigmsearchposted 2 years ago in reply to this

      Awesome!

      If only there was a flash fiction site that actually got search engine traffic... If we could write this stuff and actually get paid for it, 'twould be fun indeed.

  4. Kathryn L Hill profile image84
    Kathryn L Hillposted 2 years ago

    That's a great idea. Why don't you develop that site!

    So where were we...
    Oh yeah, Winston knew these two would be addressing him shortly. Internally, he was fixing his outward demeanor. No matter what they would say he would just stay cool… cool… cool... He did not want any more trouble.

    Sure enough the officer looked into his rearview mirror said, "So, what 's a jerk like you doing out on a night like this…?"  Winston refused to answer. He kept inwardly calm by chanting, "cool… cool…"

    The detective suddenly turned around and said, we will help you out of this mess, but you have to help us.
    "Oh?" questioned Winston. "Whatever you guys want," he blurted out without thinking… again.

  5. SagaSphere profile image83
    SagaSphereposted 2 years ago

    +1

  6. Kathryn L Hill profile image84
    Kathryn L Hillposted 2 years ago

    We need you to pick up a package overseas and bring it back to Denver.
    "What kind of a package?" he asked with innocent curiosity.
    "You do know what state this is?"  Detective Jack asked.
    "Oh, yeah... Okay I'll do it. But you gotta promise me protection and amnesty if anything happens... I don't want to end up in some foreign jail for the rest of my life! Listen guys, I've got the money…"
    "No, we need this small favor. If you are willing to do it, we drop the charges."
    "But, I don't really have a choice, do I?"
    "Oh, sure you do… jail, or this one small favor. Its a win-win for all of us!"

    Winston thought about the Mercedes he had been test driving every weekend for the last month. "Fine!" He said in great irritation.

    "Wise choice. You leave immediately. They handed him his airline ticket and a wallet with fake ID. You are Bill Klein."

  7. Kathryn L Hill profile image84
    Kathryn L Hillposted 2 years ago

    The next thing he knew, he was on a plane to Afghanistan. Donna was sitting next to him. He gazed at her. Now, she wore a dark, nondescript outfit. She was a bottle blond, dark roots. He started thinking about his last girlfriend. How he had hated those dark roots. They represented the phoniness of everything about her. Then he remembered it was this woman who had caused his mind go blank, who had gotten him into this apparently very hot water. Now, he hated more than dark roots. He hated all woman-kind. He looked at her reflection in the black airline window. "They didn't tell me you were tagging along," he said gloomily. In great exhaustion and misery, he fell asleep.  Donna studied the itinerary.

    1. Silverspeeder profile image59
      Silverspeederposted 2 years ago in reply to this

      Moral of the story

      Legalised prostitution reduces crime.

  8. Kathryn L Hill profile image84
    Kathryn L Hillposted 2 years ago

    The two carried out the mission without incident and without ever addressing one another. During the trip, Winston refused to to say one word to the woman. He hated what he was doing. He hated the police force of Denver. And he hated her. On the way back to the states, they had only one conversation. It went something like this:
    Winston: "You need another line of work."
    Donna: "The last thing I need is advice from the likes of you."
    Winston: "Yeah, I'm nothing but a rat.
    Donna: "A lab rat."
    Winston had nothing to say, what so ever, to that.

    After they got off the plane, they both went back to their miserable lives and lived as unhappily as ever.
    Winston, however, did buy the Mercedes...
    Finally.

    1. Kathryn L Hill profile image84
      Kathryn L Hillposted 2 years ago in reply to this

      Optional Morals of the story: 
      1. Do not let your mind go blank, ever.
      2. If you have a good job, and you can afford the car of your dreams, just buy it and be happy.

    2. paradigmsearch profile image89
      paradigmsearchposted 2 years ago in reply to this

      I haven't done a good lab rat rant in a long time. big_smile

      1. Kathryn L Hill profile image84
        Kathryn L Hillposted 2 years ago in reply to this

        You are welcome.

      2. Kathryn L Hill profile image84
        Kathryn L Hillposted 2 years ago in reply to this

        (Actually, I miss your trompings through the religious forums the most!)

        1. paradigmsearch profile image89
          paradigmsearchposted 2 years ago in reply to this

          http://www.erh.noaa.gov/er/ilm/archive/10-11-02/geg1.jpg
          The new home of many former trompers. big_smile

          1. Kathryn L Hill profile image84
            Kathryn L Hillposted 2 years ago in reply to this

            gotcha

            1. paradigm search profile image81
              paradigm searchposted 20 months ago in reply to this

              Good times this thread.

  9. paradigm search profile image81
    paradigm searchposted 20 months ago

    Should I do another?

  10. paradigm search profile image81
    paradigm searchposted 20 months ago

    I do not know why I am oddly and suddenly wandering around this former thread.

    1. Kathryn L Hill profile image84
      Kathryn L Hillposted 20 months ago in reply to this

      - maybe I do...

      1. paradigm search profile image81
        paradigm searchposted 20 months ago in reply to this

        Yes.

        1. Kathryn L Hill profile image84
          Kathryn L Hillposted 20 months ago in reply to this

          Thanks for understanding, paradigm search.

 
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