She could see Marcus in his white Escalade. He made sure all his girls were where they were supposed to be. Stay warm, baby, Candy’s bringing you what you want. Money …
How did she get in this mess? She’s from Connecticut. We’re good girls.
Me? I’m the rebel. I never follow rules.
Candace could see no way out. She wasn’t Candace anymore.
“Hey Darlin’, lookin’ for some fun?”
“Let’s go for a ride.”
The bright marquee lit the seedy motel. The room stank of smoke and sweat.
If he hadn’t pulled the knife, Marcus wouldn’t have shot.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt©Shaktiki Sharma