Thursday, April 16, 2015

No name, just a number

  It's Day 14 of the  Blogging from A to Z  April 2015 Challenge 











Slipping in and out of the shadows, hiding in dank doorways then sliding into view when a crawling car appears. Dressed to allure, revealed enough to tempt.

    She came here on a promise from her home overseas, lured by a job, a home  and a future. Little did she know what awaited her.

    Concealed at a safe distance, her sinister pimp skulks in the shadows, checking  up on his terrified victim as she plies his loathsome trade.

    One day she will disappear, unknown, anonymous; no name just a number.

    She’ll be replaced by another,

    and another,

    and another.

Picture: Scared by Oboj Kovshi at deviantART


Something to think about in tomorrow's story. It's called The Obituary

17 comments:

  1. a harsh and sad reality, well presented

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  2. Wonderfully told. Have you ever seen the movie "American Psycho"? While the movie is not about the poor prostitute, per se, this reminded me of her. Well done, my friend. Well done.

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    1. I have and now you come to mention it has unintended parallels. Thanks so much for your encouraging words.

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  3. Very dark, but I like the poetic approach.

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    1. Somehow it seemed this dark subject worked better in a semi- poetic style. Not something I often do - poetry that is!

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  4. Oh! A terrible and a sad life for so many!! Hard-hitting and wonderfully expressed, Keith!

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  5. Gave me chills. And sadder still that this actually goes on, on a huge scale.

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    1. It does indeed Nick and not just in the big cities.






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  6. Creepy! In a way, I thought of Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho, with the start at least!

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