From sweet and smooth classics, to new names, to old names with new music...the focus here, is to shine a little light on some damn fine music.

I'll find it. You can listen, review, or tell me I wouldn't know good music if it kicked me in the ass. I personally don't give a shit.

Friday, April 5, 2013

It's A Dirty Job But...

Well, we all made it to the weekend. LOTS to do. The next month or so will be insanely busy and wildly fun. Much music to be enjoyed and the summer concert season hasn't even begun.

Going to tell another story today. This weeks 100 Word Song Challenge has Lance and Rene picking an old classic song by Steely Dan. For newbies, the challenge is to use the song as a prompt... either the title, lyrics or imagery, and write a story, poem or laundry list in exactly 100 words.

The pick this week is "Dirty Work"

"At nine years old Emmie hated her life.

She could smell her mother’s perfume and knew why she was wearing it. She also knew it would be another night of watching her five year old brother. Which bar would it be this time and which man?

Emmie followed her once, to see where she worked. At first, her mother’s job seemed exciting. Drinks and cigarettes and men being attentive. Much too attentive. Horrible men were touching her, kissing her... still, she smiled. But her smile lied as much as her tongue. She was not a hostess. She was a whore."


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6 comments:

  1. What a powerful story. I want to know more!

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    1. Thanks Dawn, but I only have 100 words. As with all these challenges, my characters have only a brief story cycle. Thanks so much for stopping by.

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  2. A well written and very sad story. Even though I sensed what was coming, the last line still packed a punch. Well done.

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    1. Thank you, and yeah coming from a nine year old, it's a little hard to hear. Glad you stopped by.

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  3. Such a way to grow up, and far too fast. Hopefully mama keeps the men away from the daughter. Well told.

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    1. unfortunately it happens too often. thanks Renee.

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