Righting a Wrong

The bar door swung open and she automatically turned around.

She paled under the heavy make up and instantly turned her back to him.

What was he doing here? When had he gotten out of jail? And of all the places why come here? Had he come looking for her? Hadn’t she hidden her tracks well enough?

She slipped on her over large dark glasses and fluffed her blonde wig. She wondered if she could slip out before he…

“Hello Gorgeous.” He loomed behind her.

She froze.

“Let me buy you a drink.” His voice was low, seductive.

He hadn’t recognized her!

“No thanks,” she mumbled.

“Just one drink Baby,” He leered at her

Shuddering she jerked her arm away.

He caught hold of her arm. “Don’t act so pricey!”

Blood rushed to her head. Enough was enough. She knew how to handle unwanted customers.

She turned back to the counter. “Drink is on me.” She signaled the bartender.

“Cool.” He ran a finger down her bare arm.

Her wavering resolution firmed.

Instead of the usual one tablet, she dropped five tablets into his drink.

Nobody paid any attention to his slumped body or her when she left the bar.

Tears of regret streamed down her cheeks.

If only she had taken the doctor’s advice and opted for the abortion 22 years ago.

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Young ‘un

LimegreenThis youngster seems to be too shy to bring out all the gold 😛

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