100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC
with illustration by Wayfarer
My Harley rolled to a stop near the side door of where my girl works. I planted my feet to steady the bike as she jumped off the Fatboy. She kissed me on the cheek and disappeared into the building, it was 8 pm on a Friday.
I hate her job, even though that is where we met. Thinking of her working the pole and picking up dollars makes me ill.
Like a fool, I fell in love. Now I’m on my knees begging her please, won’t she ease my worried mind.
Me and Harley will be back at 2.
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