(Author’s Note: Happy New Year a few days early! 2017 should yield a lot more from me, depending. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)
by Miles H. Rost
Marina looked like a lost rich girl among the steel and neon of the area.
“So, what are you doing here?” a blonde waif asked
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend…”
“On Hooker Row? Likely story.”
“Wait, you think I work down here?”
“You’re here, right? Girls don’t come here to wait for boyfriends.”
“He said he’s coming from work. He’d be here in 10 minutes.”
“Where does he work?”
“He didn’t tell me where, but he seems important. He drives an expensive car.”
The waif laughed.
“Oh, you’re sweet. You’re going to be quite a catch. He’s a pimp, y’know.”
Marina’s face blanched.
Please…let that not be true…