Jessica and the teeth

The sound of the air being sucked in through his less-than-white front teeth sent shivers down Jessica’s spine. It wasn’t that she was afraid of the inevitable cost soon to be revealed to her. Nor was it the fear of the “complicated and confusing world of manly motors, complete with greasy nuts, oily patches and red-hot pistons”.

No, Jessica recognised the feeling almost at once. They were entirely pleasant, and always welcomed.

Jessica smiled at the five-figure sum. She always felt a tingle of anticipation tickle her skin, moments before putting an ill-educated man firmly in his place.


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Promises

I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar.

That much was true?

What?

Nothing. Sorry. Please continue.

It was late into my shift on a Thursday night when he walked in, all shiny shoes, slick backed hair and pearly whites. He gave me his card and held my hand. He said he’d show me the world, make me famous with riches beyond my wildest dreams.

And you believed him?

Oh, he had very shiny shoes.

And this was…?

…30 years ago today.

But you’re still working as a waitress in a cocktail bar?

Yes, that much is true.


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Yodel-ooooooooooooooooooo

MrBinks:

LOVE this!

Originally posted on Taking Words for a Stroll:

Heidi took a huge great breath,

To do a bit of yodelling.

Unluckily, her breath ran out,

And now she is explodelling.

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Extras Wanted

When he had first read the newspaper advert, he’d been all for it. Sure, it was only a role for drive-on extras, but you never know where these things might lead. For all he knew he could have ended up as the next Optimus Prime – complete with shiny new paint job and Megan Fox draped over his full leather interior.

Geoffrey Prime, he thought, had a good ring to it.

Yet here Geoff sat for the 13th day in a row; oversized props glued to his once pristine chassis and a clapped-out rust-bucket with verbal diarrhoea for a parking buddy.


This piece was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 1 photograph. 100 words. Often with over 100 people taking part.

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In Confidence

“…yet for all his faults, she just couldn’t stop. She told me, in confidence, that she’d never seen anything like it.” Mary paused to take a sip of the now-cold tea.

Liz wiggled back into her chair. She’d been edging forward for the past ten minutes and was close to tipping point. “Why?” she asked. “Was it really big? Did it look funny? Oh gosh, it wasn’t one of those micro ones you see on telly was it?”

Mary licked the last traces of Earl Grey from her lips. “Well you know me,” she said, “I’m not one to gossip.”


This piece was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 1 photograph. 100 words. Often with over 100 people taking part.

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