Killarney
Posted on May 24th, 2008 in stuff pain
That old attraction comes in many colors, flavors and styles. Today’s 100 word story is entitled Killarney, Enjoy!
Killarney
At the joint in Allston they know you, your sister, and everyone looks out for both.
Most of the women who come in are there to drag their husbands and fathers home.
So When an outsider walks through the door, it gets quiet.
She was dressed in black, her hair flowed like an Irish lass in a postcard, fire red. Her eyes twinkled emerald, lips understated red.
Killarney walked to my stool, dug her nails into my thigh smiling like a cat with a mouse.
Rising in pain I noticed blood on my jeans.
My arm around her, we left.
Published by Craig Daniels
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