PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Oops

Why here? Isn’t her clemency enough?

She steps from a gold-plated Hummer, garbed in royal blue Versace and Wang glitter pumps. Two escorts in Armani walk her over.

She’s usually wearing a doll grin. Today she looks almost scared; her wrinkles are tight.

We’re seated in the tent bistro, out of drone view. The goons stand nearby, their sunglasses ever-oscillating.

Jowls raised in a smirk, I scratch the bruise on my hand. “OK, G, what the …?”

“You raped the wrong girl. You will go with them … and answer their questions.”

I reach for my phone.

“I wouldn’t,” G hisses.

[101 words]

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