“It’s not like selling seashells by the seashore, Mom?”
Kayla pulled down her shirt;
…hiding the needle marks?
“But, you were to work for summer only as beach waitress… and then back to university again.”
“Yeah, I had plans, but they were changed”.
“Yeah, I upscaled my habits… needed more money… and you know there are always men who’ll pay…”.
“You are coming with me…now, or I’ll get your father.”
Kayla threw back her head laughing, her hair was still as I remembered it, sunbleached smooth… but her eyes were pebbles.
“Maaa… my clients are buddies of Pa.”
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge run by Rochelle. Soon running on my 6th year writing. It’a amazing the amount story you can put in 100 words.
October 3, 2018