Friday Fictioneers – Bar girl

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

The pressure of his gaze weighs on me, like the compression of the machines in the dress factory. I switch on my face, but nothing I do can affect the outcome. He will chose me or he will reject me. I choke. In this bell jar, evacuated of love, it is hard to breathe. But at least, he might promise a bed for the night.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

 

61 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Bar girl

  1. Makes me think of Woody Allen’s Sleeper and cryogenic-type tubes. She sounds like a Naturalist’s sample specimen in a jar. But perhaps that is merely the way it feels,if by bar girl you mean a lady waiting to be “picked up” by a man in a bar. But with your penchant for science fiction scenarios, I want to take you more literally.

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  2. Needing a place to rest her head at night and paying a very high price to be allowed to is a sad state of existence. I feel sorry for the women that submit to this transaction for it is so degrading. However, a girls got to do what a girls got to do!

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