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The City

“Come on babe.  Just one drink”

Myra eyed the mixed drink in front of her.  It looked surprisingly good.

She had come to Atlanta to try new things, to prove to herself that she was more than the sweet innocent child every one knew her as.

“Come on.  You’ll like it.” Glancing over at the unshaven stranger sitting next to her, she felt her stomach release the knots.  She took the drink in her hand and gulped it down. It tasted even better than she had imagined.

“Good job, little girl.  Let me show you another experience you’ll never forget.”


My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog
As always, you have seven days to write 100 words inspired by Jimi Hendrix’s Are You Experienced? Please link your entry to the linky at the bottom, then use the twitter, the facebook, and whatever else you have to advertise your stroke of genius. Tell a friend or fifty.


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15 thoughts on “The City

  1. sexy 100, babe.

    I like how you use “relax”, it interprets the song well.

  2. Eeek, scary… It happens..!

  3. OOhh… he’s very sketchy.

  4. I don’t think anything good will come of this…

  5. debseeman on said:

    Hmm, something a wee bit sinister about this.

  6. Run, “little girl”, run!

    great take on the prompt

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