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Fandango’s Flash Fiction #93- My baby girl, my hell

Bitter cold, bitter life, fog filled skies, fog filled eyes

Rum, or Whiskey sounds nice, boy I sure am thirsty. My heart is as cold as the winters breeze I would kill not to feel. Cut me off at my knees, anyone take pity on me please

She was just a skirt yet she took my ego, and trampled all over it. Spat on me leaving me with the lent in my pockets. Barely enough bus fair. She don’t care

She don’t care as I stand here not able to feel my fingers in wait for another hour or more. Even the score. I just wish my heart would stop aching, and body shaking. Her words cut me like a knife, she ain’t nothing special what am I so worked up for

A gal like her is a dime, and dozen. She painted her face on, looked like a clown. Her hair thin, and ratty. Always pulled in a bun. She might as well have been a nun. Hell who am I kidding, she had me wrapped tight around her ring finger

She ain’t never given me anything I want. She was a nag, a holler. I might as well have worn a damn dog collar. Why am I so torn inside, I don’t get the confusion of my brain. Am I insane. Did I enjoy being her boy toy. All take no give

Kicking the snow with my head down I see the tread of a tire. I hear a skid-dish stop. “Hey you, good lookin’.” “Hop in baby, let’s get you back home where you belong.”

I look up from my shoes, in know of that voice. There she was my baby girl, her hair so neatly pulled back in her bun. Her rouge up her cheekbones in a nice set of stripes. My girl, she came for me. Her lipstick smudged with cigarette dangling. She was gangly, but she was mine

I eagerly jumped into the passengers seat, and gave her a big wet kiss on the cheek. She was everything I had ever wanted in a woman. She came back for me. She wants me, and I am sure I will be sleeping on the couch again. Haven’t felt her skin in years. Man I need a drink, a beer anything will do. I need my beer goggles, dammit I think I am insane. In play of her game

I don’t care it is better than anything I can find out there, and I am now out of the bitter cold. She is my skirt, and I know I ain’t get nothing from there. She don’t care, but she is my baby girl. I gotta take care of her. She needs me, and the money I work hard for provides for her wants. My life I am in the passenger seat once again, with her scratchy nicotine scathed voice waiting for her nag and holler

She turned up the music, and screeched her car tires. She didn’t say hi, she just started playing to the beat of the song on her steering wheel. She bobbed her head, and blew smoke my way with each verse. She was a curse, and I was under her spell. Her perfume a musky smell, now once again my hell

Oh well at least she was my hell, and nobody else’s. I sure hope she stops at the first convenience store, I really do need a drink. Ahhh this is the life, God she is a beauty, that rouge so perrrrtyyy

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Don’t give up before the miracle happens! Smile lots, forgive quickly, and never take life for granted!

8 thoughts on “Fandango’s Flash Fiction #93- My baby girl, my hell

    1. Thank you! I don’t know where it came from I was lost in my imagination. It was a very enjoyable write for me. I mostly write non-fiction. So I find myself lost in thought. I appreciate you reading, and taking time to comment! Have a great day! Blessings Lisa

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  1. I loved it. I felt very connected to the character in this, so well done.

    Then full of emotion from the read I read your caption and the tears flowed. ‘Don’t give up before the miracle happens…’ I already did. I had to. The world, fate at least, was against me every step of the way. My series was never going to be published and it was destroying me trying.

    Now, I write short stories with an empty heart knowing the magic was stolen by those who are supposed to help.

    Its just like your character in the story. She loves her daughter, just as I love writing, but in that lies a pain and misery every day.

    Thanks for sharing your beautiful story.

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    1. Thank you for such conformation, I can relate to the pain of life in it. I have lived a long life with many a story of my own. Keep your head up! Life for me has only gotten better, blessings to you!

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    1. Well from you I will take that as quite a compliment! Thank you so much! It sure was fun to write I got lost in my imagination for sure. I found myself in the setting for sure! Thank you for hosting! 😊

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