“Wow! You’re one tough little lady.”
“I’m a black belt. And I’m not 16. I’m 22.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll drive you home, and we’ll just forget this ever happened. Nobody’d believe you anyway. I’m a powerful man in this community.”
“Not anymore. I’m a cop, and I’m wearing a wire.”
A long time ago, Alex married an 18-year-old.
“Men are only after one thing,” says the prostitute.
“Yeah,” the barman replies, “alcohol.”
“OK, two things,” she sneers as the bell rings for last orders.
“Another pint!” shouts the vicar and frowns at the prostitute. “These streets aren’t safe.”
Once the bar has closed I follow her.
Steve Lucas lives in Cardiff, UK, and works for the Arts Council of Wales.
Every morning, as the sun comes up, the stars awaken.
Stars are not nocturnal, as many assume. They actually sleep all night and dance during the day, when their predators, the owls, can’t see them.
So when you see a shooting star, remember: a hungry owl is chasing after it.
This story is based on a title suggested by @facelesscog.