Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors challenge. My hope is that over the next six months you’ll see either an excerpt from a piece I’m working on or a nice & tidy 8-10 sentence flash fiction story (like the one below). Check out other writers at the link above and the Weekend Writing Warriors twitter #8sunday.
Carla sips the last of her drink and watches the traffic pass by.
She’s been living in the city for what seems like eons. She’s seen the face of the city grow old then young and back to old again. The news calls it gentrification. But it’s the same old shit to her; the city breathing in and out life.
Her date earlier in the evening was a black haired blue eyed bartender from Jersey. But he was an oaf; an idiot with a slick mouth, quick to anger when she told him no.
She licks his marrow from her fingertips then wipes the corner of her mouth before applying more lip gloss.
As she merges her Benz into traffic she chuckles, “I always did love a full bodied Italian.”