What an awesome idea! A picture prompt, a 100-word story every Friday that links dozens of writer bloggers! Thank you, Rochelle Wishoff-Fields!
Here’s my second attempt entitled “Owned”.
I sit on my favorite bench facing the archway. Two young men pass by, engrossed in conversation. One turns and gives me a genuine smile. I smile back. Freshmen for sure. Seniors reserve a different look for me.
An old sedan pulls up. A man steps out.
“Whatcha doin’ slackin’?”
I stand up and tug at my too short skirt to hide the marks. “Five minutes, Bob!”
“I give you five minutes when the jitters come tonight. See how five minutes feel then!” He climbs back into the car and drives away.
With one last look beyond the archway, I trudge back to my dark corner.
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