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A Heartless Ruse: Flash Fiction by cam

Updated on March 2, 2016
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Chris has written more than 100 flash fiction/short stories.Working Vacation took 21st out of 6,700 in the 2016 Writer's Digest competition.

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Adam sat on the concrete, his back against a brick wall, watching the prostitute do her business. How many times he had come to her, he had no idea. How much of his money he had given her, he didn’t care.

The woman had appeared one evening on a street corner along Adam’s walking route home from work. For a few evenings, he had simply watched. She wore clothes that showed off her petite figure, and exposed as much skin as possible. The black tank top formed to her thin frame and contrasted with her brown skin. Tattoos peeked around every curve, and piercings penetrated every available flap, fold, lobe and lid, causing Adam to imagine where else she had found to mutilate what otherwise was a beautiful body.

She might have been in her twenties, thirties or forties, he couldn’t tell. The tight, petite frame suggested younger, but her eyes told what Adam deemed the truth. She was desperately mining her aging body for the last, quick bucks it could bring. Her eyes told another truth, that those dwindling dollars were not enough. So she had won Adam’s heart, not by conjuring love or lust, but pity.

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He approached her for the first time. She was facing away from him, and he cleared his throat to get her attention. She spun around and for a moment, looked terrified. She quickly pulled the frayed ends of her psyche together, and smiled.

“Hello baby, you see something you like?” Internal confidence dispatched a happy face and a sing song voice to greet him. It was not confidence that came from success, but from a long string of failures to turn a trick, a do-or-die response to being waved off time and time again. If this woman was going down, she was going down swinging.

“No, I mean, you’re fine but no, I don’t want anything,” Adam said. Being turned down was nothing new to this woman, but being sought out for something other than sex brought carefully disguised fear to the fore and on its way out, fear donned the carefully chosen mask of rage.

“What?” she said, loudly enough to attract considerable attention. “You come up me just tell me no, you don’t want nothing?” The heels of both hands caught Adam by surprise as they connected with his solar plexus.

“What did you do that for? I just wanted to talk to you.”

“I don’t want talk. I want quick hand job, blow job, I want fuck, then want cash.”

Adam rubbed the pit of his stomach, letting enough time pass that the onlookers passed by as well.

“I wanted to give you something.”

“You got nothing I want.”

“I want you to have this,” he said as he dug into his pocket.

She hesitated, staring at the outstretched hand. Her own hand, shaking from the effects of adrenaline, reached out and took the folded cash.

“What is your name?”

Her eyes met his. Jumbled emotions surfaced and their effect ran down both cheeks. The pseudo confidence and seductive smile were gone.

“Carmen.”

“Carmen, I don’t know what is going on in your life, but I hope this helps.” Then Adam had walked away.

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Day after day he had returned with his latest gift. One such day, she had spoken to him.

“Oh, baby, thank you, thank you for help me. My debts are so much and this will help a little. It is better than nothing.”

Carmen’s words echoed in his memory as he walked home, as he attempted to sleep, and when he got up for work the following day. It is better than nothing.

On another day, he was watching from a distance when a white sedan stopped along the curb on Carmen’s side of the street. He could see animated hand gestures inside the car and fear on the woman’s face.

Carmen pulled some bills from the pocket of her shorts and passed them through the open window. After the car had driven off, she remained on the curb, staring at Adam.

“Come, come,” she said. Adam crossed the street, and Carmen grabbed his hand. “I show you what I do with money.” They had walked about ten yards into an alley when Carmen pulled off her top. “Men pay more now to see.”

“You used the money I gave you to have your nipples pierced?”

“You no like?” she said. Her smile and the excitement in her voice were gone.

“And you gave money to that man in the car.”

“I have many debts.”

He had handed her another folded stack of cash and left.

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There was a kind of high he felt giving money to Carmen. The smile that erupted across pierced lips, the gleam in her eyes that preceded the inevitable flood were outward expressions of something growing deep inside, something she had forgotten existed.

Adam was giving Carmen hope, but it was a promise he could not deliver. The despair that he also saw in her told him that this was a monster too powerful for him to slay. It was time for the knight in shining armor to ride away. Adam hated himself for not realizing sooner that hope, without the ability to deliver, is a heartless ruse.

He continued returning every day, disguised as a beggar, sitting on the concrete with his back against a brick wall, mere feet from the woman.

After weeks of watching in this fashion, Adam recognized the change he had anticipated. In Carmen’s eyes, he could no longer see a glimmer of hope. His final gift was to return to her the familiar darkness of despair.

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      Reynold Jay 23 months ago from Saginaw, Michigan

      Hi, Cam8510.. Sad story and well told. Enjoyed it vey much.

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      Chris Mills 2 years ago from Maple City, Michigan

      Mary, Some people face the hardest of times, but then find a way out to a better life. Others don't have such luck. I'll be glad to find someone with a happy life to write about soon I hope. Thanks for your comments.

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      Chris Mills 2 years ago from Maple City, Michigan

      William, I also thought of the film "Pretty Girl" as I was writing the story, but I wanted to avoid the obvious plot I could have taken. The life stories of some people is simply sad, and there isn't any good way or a necessity to somehow make it all better. I appreciate your extremely kind words here.

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      Mary Craig 2 years ago from New York

      Chris this is a powerfully sad story. I think most of the sadness lies in the truth of it, not necessarily for Adam, but for Carmen. Her world is cruel and without hope.

      Voted up, awesome, and interesting.

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      William Thomas 2 years ago from That Great Primordial Smash UP of This and That Which Gave Rise To All Beings and All Things!

      Chris, this is one of the most original and literary stories I have ever read here on Hub Pages. I'll be thinking about this one for a while.

      Its hard to know what to say, other than its good.

      You know what this story is like? Its like a miniature, more tragic, and more existential version of the Richard Gere/Julia Roberts film from the eighties: Pretty Woman!

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      Chris Mills 2 years ago from Maple City, Michigan

      Kylyssa, That sounds like some very serious writing. I'll watch for those hubs. Hope I don't miss them.

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      Chris Mills 2 years ago from Maple City, Michigan

      Deb, I think you are right. It is predominately about drugs. It's probably the source of debt too, and that gives someone even more power over them. Thanks for reading.

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      Kylyssa Shay 2 years ago from Overlooking a meadow near Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA

      I just wanted to stop by and say that your short story has inspired me to actually get started and put words on pages for the articles and editorials on survival sex and homelessness that I've been meaning to write for some time. Thanks for the inspiration.

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      It is a vicious cycle for sure. I have spoken to some of these people. Many of them started out on drugs, and unless they do what they are told, the "magic" is held over their heads.

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      Chris Mills 2 years ago from Maple City, Michigan

      Shauna, Carmen has debts and who knows how much they add up to and who she owes. she can't see anything but the big number over her head. Adam has some issues of his own, doesn't he? First, he's a fixer. He wants to fix people. And in the end, he couldn't just walk away, he had to methodically undue everything he did. Thanks for reading.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      Wow, Chris. I was hoping Carmen would use the money to better herself. But I guess this is the only life she knows. I wonder why Adam is torturing himself by watching her instead of finding another way to help a soul who actually wants help.

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      Chris Mills 2 years ago from Maple City, Michigan

      Ruby, Thanks for the comments. Adam's kind of hope was destined to fail. It was based on his own resources which were far too limited. Thanks for reading.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

      This was sad Cam. I'm sure it's played out daily where hope is gone. You nailed this. I could envision them both. Even the tattoos told a story of pain. Voted up for sure.....

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      Chris Mills 2 years ago from Maple City, Michigan

      Eric, I'm with you on that one. Hope is all some people have. Adam wasn't in a position to bail Carmen out of all her troubles, but maybe there was a middle way. Thanks for reading and never give up hope. I know you won't.

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      Chris Mills 2 years ago from Maple City, Michigan

      Larry, Thank you, I'm glad you found the story to be so.

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      Chris Mills 2 years ago from Maple City, Michigan

      Thanks Kylyssa, I appreciate the comment very much.

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      Chris Mills 2 years ago from Maple City, Michigan

      Thanks Ann. This story started out sad and just plummeted from there. Adam's actions were his own, not what I think is right or wrong in the situation. Sometimes it's easier to run than it is to stay too long and watch the catastrophe happen.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      What a downer. You did real good getting it across. I would kind of like to believe that Adam is wrong. Perhaps a millisecond of hope is worth all the dashed dreams that can come our way. I reckon I will never know as hope seems to stick to me like my shadow.

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      Larry Rankin 2 years ago from Oklahoma

      Wonderfully done. Engaging story.

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      Kylyssa Shay 2 years ago from Overlooking a meadow near Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA

      Powerful stuff.

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      Ann Carr 2 years ago from SW England

      Another great story, Chris! So sad but, alas, so true. I suppose the only way to help is to start with education so that children don't go along that path, something that is really difficult to do but must be tried everywhere.

      I can understand the path Adam had to take too.

      Off to look at your hub regarding a challenge; can't resist!

      Ann

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      Chris Mills 2 years ago from Maple City, Michigan

      John, thanks for jumping in here and commenting. I was getting lonely, haha. Not every story, not every life, has a happy ending. I wanted to highlight Adam rather than the woman and show the predicament he was in when he realized he was not doing her any real favor. This one gnawed at me for quite a while before I finally gave it a shot. I appreciate you being here. By the way, I just posted another hub on a flash fiction competition. You might be interested.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Wow Chris, I loved this story of acceptance and generosity, brief hope, but ultimately, hopelessness and despair. Money is often a short term fix and not the ultimate answer. Voted up.