This is an excerpt from my Leesa and Louis short story. The entire story is on my writing blog.

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The woman quickly sat upright while absently saying “What’ll it be, darling?” He couldn’t tell much about her except she appeared to be white with dark hair. She could have been about any age, but the darkness was shielding his eyes. It didn’t much matter anyway; all he wanted to do was pop her and be done with her.

She stood and took his hand and began leading him toward the back of the old lobby. “I’m Hilda, honey; what’s your name”? When he didn’t offer it, she continued “How much time did you buy?”

“Hour”, Louis said.

She snickered, “Don’t have a smoke do you?” At least her voice was pleasant.

Louis didn’t reply as they went through an open door and up a flight of stairs to a long hallway lit with dirt-dimmed bare bulbs dangling on pig-tails from the ceiling. This looked like most of such places he had seen; rooms to let for regular customers who needed a real bed or a place to hide or maybe even a spot they could call “home”. This level contained a few rooms where the doors were removed and replaced by curtains, and with the inside of each one decorated with only a bare mattress placed on the floor. She continued guiding him until she found the cloth-covered doorway she was looking for. She pulled a length of yellow ribbon from her blouse and looped it around a nail head sticking out of the door facing.

The girl he chose looked to be maybe thirty years old, but it was difficult to tell through all the makeup adorning her face. She was fairly attractive, looked to have all her front teeth, and her hair was styled in late 1980’s fashion; long and big. She was average build and was wearing revealing clothing which was the normal uniform for her profession.

“Come on in, sweetheart and let’s get busy; an hour won’t last long when we’re having fun.”

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