Like a bad drug feeding his anticipation for regular hot meals and a clean, dry bed, he agreed to their condition of driving a plain white van, shuttling the shelter’s young girls down to the business men on 24th street. An undercover food truck of nooners ordered à la carte by repressed, family men looking for some niblet of excitement to spice up their dull, white bread lives.
Standing a cautious distance away, he lounged in the shade of a dying oak tree, smoking his last bummed cigarette. He stood vigil over the rendezvous, mesmerized by the rhythmic rocking of the bumpers. Done with his smoke, he ground out the stub. Hands in his pockets, he wandered, head down, to the back of the van, and rapped on the tinted window. The signal that time was up, and the next client was expected soon.
Coat in hand, hair disheveled and tie askew, John Doe No. 7, stepped out and handed him a business envelope with the agreed upon fee along with a little extra for his trouble. It meant he could afford a bottle of liquid amnesia for later that night.


The combination of the “business” with the word “shelter” is what makes this especially appalling; seems like such a betrayal. Well done.
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Superb.
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Yeesh! Perfectly creepy, sad and dysphoric. I loved it. Every word.
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You do a terrific job of pulling the reader into the scene. Well done.
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Depressing story! I love the last line about the liquid amnesia. I guess that’s one way to dull the senses and make it to another day.
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One of these days I’ma gonna try to tackle fiction again. I had so much fun with you awhile back! Let’s face it, Tara R.: You inspire me!
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Sad miserable lives all around. The underbelly of society
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Great sensory details here. Love the choice words: nooners, white bread lives.
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You know as much as I love Law&Order SVU (and lord knows I do) this gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach, it was so well written that I could smell that cigarette, hear the bumping.. And wishing it was different for all of them.
Wow, Tara.
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Yikes, very disturbing, Tara, I love it! Great incorporation of the prompts.
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