Sleazy Pickings

Ivy emptied her handbag onto the faded bedspread: two wallets, a ration book, and a wad of fivers. She’d been working the railways for three months now, sex and shame her weapons of choice.

That nice young man, he’d been a proper gent. Remembering, she took a slug of whisky from the chipped cup. He’d make a good catch, for someone like the girl she used to be. Who was she kidding; that bent bookie was more her type.

As she tossed the young man’s passport onto the bed, Ivy tipped back her lovely chin and laughed long and loud.

M J Lewis ©2015

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It’s a glorious spring day, the tulips are bloomin’ gorgeous and I’m turning to grimy 1950s Britain for some sleazy crime. It was that Jennifer Pendergast wot made me do it, it were her picture. And that Rochelle, she’s the real mastermind behind the Friday Fiction Gang, honest guv. If you want the rest of the stash you’ll have to click hereif you dare. Oi! That’s’ my real hair when you’ve finished.

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27 thoughts on “Sleazy Pickings

  1. Ivy sounds like a femme fatale in the making… Good job of invoking the era with the ration book. I love this line: ‘He’d make a good catch, for someone like the girl she used to be.’

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  2. That’s one way to make a living I guess.
    After her thought that the bent bookie was more her type and then she laughed, I think she’s laughing at herself – I get the impression she really wants to go back to the way she was before, but doesn’t know how.
    Great story!

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  3. Yep – she has to laugh, that or cry. I reckon she’s in too far to go back. And it’s unlikely to end well.
    Just looked up Twenty Thousand Streets under the Sky (Patrick Hamilton) which I watched years ago (2008?). Can’t possibly compare, but this was sort of at the back of my mind – Daisy gets into prostitution and can’t get back, even when a lovely boy falls in love with her. There seems to be loads of it on youtube, but I need to actually read it!
    Thanks for stopping by.

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  4. Thanks for your comments. I always find it fascinating how people read and respond to characters. Some people are empathisers
    and others more judgemental – I guess we need both skills in life.

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    • Thanks Claire.
      Ivy did have a male accomplice (with a flick knife) in one longer version and she could afford to be more wistful. This 100 words is such an interesting process – in the distillation process she lost him and had to by necessity toughen up. No room for real regrets or remorse! She’s got to eat.
      Thanks for stopping by.

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  5. Thanks for your comments. I like that you see her laughter as having many interpretations – the ridiculousness of the men she dupes occurs to me, but could be wrong. Only Ivy knows!
    My husband on the other hand has been tipping back his lovely chin and laughing like a hyena all weekend after reading this – the only possible interpretation, he’s a bit of a silly twit.

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    • Thanks for your comments Rochelle. Yep, Ivy knows thing or two and looks after herself.
      Cheers,
      MJ
      PS I was singing like a canary – gave them the whole gang of fictioneers! Not quite as tough as Ivy. 🙂

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  6. Dear MJ, You really know how to get a lot more out of your 100 words. Fantastic tale and I like Ivy – she knows just what she has to do to stay comfortable. Maybe someday she will meet her match. Very well done! Nan

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