I’m rather hit or miss on whether or not I participate in Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge. I always enjoy reading the other entries though. Here’s my attempt this week.
It’s the same everywhere. It’s been the same for years. Girls skitter past the curtain, preceded by shrill giggles. Boys push each other through with punches and jeers and dares. Young couples slip in quietly, hands clasped tightly. They’re all the same. They claim entertainment but the truth glimmers in their eyes. They’re all looking for comfort. They want to be told of eternal happiness and fulfilled dreams. She sighs and adjusts her shawl in the smoky dimness. She’ll squint and peer and lie one more time before returning to her small dusty trailer. This is, after all, her fortune.