Bella Vista: The Guest Book

One Trick Pony

For the last fifteen or so years I've been living with a bunch of dead guys at a motel in West Texas. Like the characters in my stories, I'd really like to move on, see the world, go places. But I'm just like them. Anchored by love, worn down by circumstances and fascinated by how much there really is underneath it all. So I keep writing their stories and tell myself that someday, when I've got this all out of my system, I'll write deep, meaningful literature about... something else. In the meantime, this is a place for the short attention spanned. I'm making a commitment to keep it small here. Flash fiction and scenes from the life inspired by, The Bella Vista Motel.

Thanks for reading.

Pamila

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Guest Book - 17

"It wasn't like a regular gig or anything," Clark said, "just every once in a while to pick up some extra cash." Romeo didn't say anything, though his upper lip was slowly betraying his disgust. Clark went on, "I got started with the photo shoots, really easy money, just my hands holding ladies shoes and touching their feet and stuff." Romeo said, "What?" Clark rolled his eyes and sighed over dramatically, then explained, "The guys that produced this stuff didn't want to just make the usual nudie smut, they had a particular... artistic slant."

"Anyway," Clark said, ignoring Romeo's incredulous expression, "what started the trouble was this dame they found that was a real looker, but very petite, almost, but not a actual midget, and the dirtiest mouth you ever––" he held up a hand as Romeo began to protest, "just wait, you're gonna see that none of this was my fault if you'll just listen."