Destitution Road

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….


 Copyright –  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“How much?”

“50 for a blowjob, 200 for a backdoor entrance. No regular shit, I can’t do that anymore.”

Dawet looked at the empty building on the other side, wondering if he’ll ever see her again…and why burning bridges was so much easier.

He barely noticed when bony fingers ripped the 50 bill from his shaking hand, instinctively spreading his legs when she sank to her knees.

“Wilvia…” he sighed heavily.

“My name is Anne.”

Two empty chairs on the other side stared back…mocking him for wasting a life he never deserved to have.

Lighting another cigarette, he patted her head.

“Just make me forget.”

53 thoughts on “Destitution Road

  1. Ashley Danielle says:

    I am speechless. I have so many emotions about this piece. I am disgusted. I am impressed. It is a very well written piece about a man in the depths of depression and longing. Well done.

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  2. gahlearner says:

    This leaves mecringing too, for different reasons. I echo the other comments about the superb writing and the setting of the scene, but I can’t really feel all that sorry for the guy. He degrades himself, but what about the prostitute? Many of them don’t chose this path because they want it. Her humiliation is doubled, with the horrible job, and with the name-calling, even if she’s used to it.

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  3. Interesting escapism at its most primal. Well done. The track pairing goes perfectly with the scene, I read it over again to the music and the whole schebang rolled like a movie in my head. Brilliant!

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