He smelt bad when he leaned on me, grabbed up on my breasts and jammed his old hairy hands at my parts, sour breath in my face. He said he dint know I was a girl under them boy clothes, said it dint matter because it was rules of the road and I should know better. I relaxed back and let him get atop me while I reached around to where I kept the ice pick tied on the string down my back. I shoved it hard into his crusty ear so fast he dint have time to howl.
Dude.Sick.
Scary stuff.
Ew.
serves him right
The voice in this is pitch perfect for the story. Kudos.
What a gal!
Great use of voice to carry us through the story, and what a vivid, horrible story it is at that. Shudder.
WOW! Didn’t expect this kind of story. Well written. All I can say is “You Go, Girl”
A cruel story, perfectly written.
Justice served cold. Well told.
Life on road can be hard. A good ice pick is a handy tool to have around. I liked the rough edges of this story and the way your MC handles herself when the going gets tough. Very cool.
Aloha,
Doug
“Rules of the road” certainly don’t justify assault.
Well-prepared girl indeed… one must be to travel alone like that!
A fantastic voice in this piece – really suits the action. Wonderful!
Well done. Sensual, gritty, and nasty. Randy
Well written and disturbing.
Good take on the prompt, and the narrator’s voice worked very well too.
Dear Randy,
Great voice to carry the story. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Brilliantly executed, Randy (fictionally and technically 😉 )! Wow!
The less romantic side of hobo hoppin’ … Good one, Tay.