Tags
“I’ll have a sarsaparilla, Mack.”
Bogie scanned the joint. The piano player banged out a lively “Turkey in the Straw” as the dame flashed her ankles to entice the boys into buying more whiskey. Hoots and ten gallons filled the air and the shots kept on pouring.
Then he spied her. She was a looker, just like the dandy had told him. He could have walked over but Bogie decided on a different approach – he whistled, then gave her a look like he Be-Calling her over.
“Kiss me, kid;” Kiss me like you have and have not before.
Response to a writer’s prompt on MicroFiction Madness:
Write a 100 word or less story or poem set in the old west. You can write an old fashioned western, or combine it with another genre like sci-fi, romance, mystery, etc. Include the word sarsaparilla.
David J. Kent is the author of Tesla: The Wizard of Electricity (Fall River Press) and two e-books: Nikola Tesla: Renewable Energy Ahead of Its Time and Abraham Lincoln and Nikola Tesla: Connected by Fate. His next book is about Thomas Edison, due in Barnes and Noble stores in 2016.
Pingback: Around the Blogs | Science Traveler
Lightness Traveling said:
I don’t suppose swollen airline-seat ankles will entice much whiskey. But watch out for the sarsaparilla… and I’d advise against trying to whistle while you kiss.
LikeLiked by 1 person
davidjkentwriter said:
Pretty sure I can handle the sarsaparilla (if I could find any). Not sure about the ankles.
LikeLiked by 1 person