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SKATER GIRL

7/9/2015

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Photo Credit: Mike Fleming via CC.
Skater Girl

X-ray me and you would find my tags writ bright and boisterous, through skin and sinew down to the bone.  

Sell out or survivor?  Bones break, life happens; walk a mile in my Jimmy Choos goofyfoot before you decide.

I hit the 180, stopped my Caballerial short: the corporate cult has much in common with the streets.  A change of costume, learn the lingo, practice your tricks; a bit of focus, it’s not so hard.

Now, I hide my vices deep underground, set in grey concrete – cold as stone.  A woman with a past, take me on if you dare.

It’s all a game.

by F. E. Clark, 2015

(I wrote this short story in response to Micro Bookend's contest - where we were asked to begin a story with 'X*'  and end it with 'game' - this along with the above photo prompt led me to write this piece of flash fiction.  Delighted to hear that it came 3rd in the competition - the very kind comments from the judge can be read here.)

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