Friday, August 20, 2010

A Twist Of Noir 552 - R.S. Bohn

DAUGHTER OF PEACHES - R.S. BOHN

Peaches danced in the street one last time, body jumping to the beat of a semi-automatic. Calvin peeled off, safe behind a murdered-out hulk of Detroit metal. He forgot Peaches had a kid; ten years later, she’s on stage, high above on silver stilettos. “You Calvin, right?” she purrs when she’s on his lap in the Champagne Room. He nods, grabs her hips and grinds. “Yeah. How you doin’, baby?”

“Just peachy,” she whispers.

She leaves behind the wig, takes the knife. But dancing’s in her blood now...

BIO: R.S. lives in a suburb outside of Detroit, where she writes flash fic that isn't usually flashy, and sometimes isn't even fiction. You can find her riding solo at R.S. Bohn.

7 comments:

Paul D. Brazill said...

Sharply told.

asuqi said...

Very contained. It´s like you´ve used only the very essence, loved it!

AJ Hayes said...

Lot said without an info dump of "telling". Nice piece of sudden fiction. Liked it a lot.

R.S. Bohn said...

Thank you, Paul and Asuqi.

AJ, I like to think the reader is pretty smart and doesn't need so many details to get what's going on. Thanks.

Garnett Elliott said...

Man, you gotta love that opening line.

Stephen Blackmoore said...

Very slick. Well done.

Erin Cole said...

Racey! Just the right amount of info. Love bad girls.