100 Word Song – The Lady In Red

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One of my favorite writers and 100 word song’s most loyal contributors is Ruby from Whispering Thoughts http://scraps-from-life.blogspot.com/2014/07/obscurity.html. She lives in India. You should follow her @rubymanchanda. Leeroy asked her to pick this week’s song and she chose The Lady In Red by Chris De Burgh. This was played at every school dance I attended in the 1980s.

For my 100, we go back to Silas, Olive, and Zola in 1989 Florida in my short story Light Of Day.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/08/100-word-song-dark-sunglasses/

Olive sashayed past Silas’ school prom classmates, stopping a few feet from his smile and extended left hand. Her heels squeaked on the gymnasium floor as they danced. He whispered in her ear.

“You look amazing in red.”

They’d only known each other for a few weeks, but planned their lives during that dance, through glance and touch.

“Silas, she’s coming out.”

Zola’s voice took him from the memory.

“Now that you know the truth, what are you going to say?”

He sighed then opened the car door.

“I don’t know. I’ve been in love with stranger for a while.”

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100 Word Song – Dark Sunglasses

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I’m going to pack a lot into today’s post since I’m overwhelmed at work. The song is Chrissie Hynde’s Dark Sunglasses, chosen by my lefty pop aka @lefty_pop  from http://www.leftypop.com partner in crime, Linda @modmomelleroy of http://www.elleroywashere.com. It’s also matched up with my friend Velvet’s @velvetverbosity of http://www.velvetverbosity.com one word prompt of  “transistor”.

For my 100, we push the story along as Silas and Zola plan to meet back up with Olive after her first shift at the strip club in 1989 Florida.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/07/01/100-word-song-sing/

As the Cutlass took gas, Zola talked on a pay phone. Silas felt pain in his neck from lack of sleep and paranoid searching of anyone who knew of his sins.
Inside the station, a stand advertised transistor radios for thirteen dollars while another showed dark sunglasses for five.
He put one of each on the counter and handed the elderly female cashier his twenty.

Wearing the shades, he straightened the curled ear buds. Zola met him on the driver’s side.

“They found Bart’s body.”

Silas climbed across to the passenger’s seat.

“I need to hide while you drive.”

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I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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One Tree Hill

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Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/06/18/100-word-song-slippin-into-darkness/

No one moved. Silas pushed the pistol’s barrel into Paul’s temple, wiping a sweat bead and catching Zola smile. He was in her world, now. The silence was hurting him so he called out to the other men.

“All we want is money. Whatever he or the rest of you did with her stays where it is, but we need cash.”

A short, blonde-haired man stepped forward, dropping his hands and trying to move his mouth but waiting for permission to speak. Silas nodded his head but maintained his pose and the gun against Paul’s head. The blonde-haired man muttered.

“There’s two thousand dollars in the safe, it’s seed money we use to get new accounts. No one will ever know you took it, I think it’s the best way for you to get what you want.”

Silas felt incredulous. No one in this room cared that he held a gun against a man’s head. They were just like Zola, all business. Zola straightened her posture, pushed her shirt down and bit her top lip before announcing.

“I’ll have blondie show me where the safe is, you do your thing.”

Zola and the blonde-haired man walked to the safe. Silas shoved himself away from Paul but kept the weapon  pointed at him while eyeing the other men. His breathing slowed and his grip on the gun tightened. Zola yelped.

“Hello! Thank you blondie. This will definitely do! Come on, tough guy, let’s leave before one of these guys gets stupid.”

Silas backed away from the men, then followed a skipping Zola out the side door they entered. He put the gun in his waist band and growled.

“Come on, we need to lay low somewhere till Olive gets off from work. We have 23 hundred dollars, it’s time to pack some bags before more hell breaks loose.”

Zola beat him to the Cutlass. She jumped into the passenger side and tossed her feet on the dash.

“Silas, don’t forget about the grease ball brother. They could get us a few hundred more and we will be temporarily rich in less than a day.”

Silas started the car and squealed the tires backing away from the parking lot. Before putting the car in drive, he yelled.

“No!”

He looked and listened for police sirens but none were found. Zola caressed his right arm and tried to move down to his leg. He swatted her hand away and asked.

“I’ve already taken part in murder and blackmail but I’m not in the mood to add cheating on my girlfriend, your best friend, Zo. Tell me someplace we can spend the next six hours and don’t even think about saying the word, motel.”

Silas stared at his speedometer, then let off the accelerator to avoid being pulled over. He leaned over to turn on the radio, a U2 played. Zola raised up and read a billboard aloud.

“One Tree Hill Nature Preserve. Hey, Silas, do you that one tree hill?

He sighed then replied.

“This is I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For, radio never plays One Tree Hill.”

Zola laughed through her response.

“No, dumbass, I swear, you an Olive think about music more than any two people alive. One Tree Hill Preserve, that place is really secluded. It’s perfect, plus, we can plan what to do next, if I can’t convince you to take off now and ditch Olive.”

Silas turned onto the exit and followed the signs to One Tree Hill.

I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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100 Word Song – Slippin Into Darkness

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It’s been a long , stressful day so 100 word song is much later than usual. Leeroy asked one of his favorites, Kath, from http://katstheory.blogspot.com/ aka @katstheory to pick this week and she chose WAR’s Slippin Into Darkness. It fits well with my serialized short story, Light Of Day, about Silas and Olive, two 19-year-old lovers on the run in 1989 Florida.

Before we get to my 100, if you take a look around, there are a lot of changes to My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. It had been almost 2 years since I last made any aesthetic changes to this place and there was mold on the bread. I asked some of my closets writing friends and took their advice. The header, while a little large, is easier to read, as is the fonts and typeface. I’ll work with the header. The fighting robots are gone. That gimmick been long in tooth anyway. Let me know what you think of the new digs.

I listed a Lefty Pop page. My friend and business partner, Linda aka @modmomelleroy from http://www.elleroywashere.com started a politics and pop culture website in January and it’s doing well. We hope to get a great boost from BlogHer in late July. Please follow us @lefty_pop, friend us https://www.facebook.com/leftypop?ref_type=bookmark, and read and comment our posts http://www.leftypop.com.

Here’s my 100.

The office was a whirling dervish of activity. Three men in crisp white shirts and matching blue ties yelled across the rectangular room and into phone receivers.
“”Buy it!” and “Burn it!”.
Zola grabbed Silas’ elbow, pointing at a tall, lean man of about 30-years-old leaning against a cubicle wall. They walked behind him. Zola growled.
“Paul I told you pretty soon you were going to pay.”

The man reached for the phone on his desk. Silas panicked, pulled the gun from his waist band and pressed the barrel against Paul’s head. A dark, quiet pall took over the room

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Don’t Get Me Wrong

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Last time:  http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/05/27/100-word-song-passionate-kisses/

Silas scanned the dirty garage for any sign of the wayward Finn Brother and his large, violent cousin Kenny. He stood thirty feet away while Zola’s wooden heels clicked on the concrete as she sidled next to Archie and leaned into his nervous energy. Archie’s narrow blue eyes glanced at Silas but Zola kept his attention.

As seconds built into minutes, Silas walked backward to the side door and leaned outside to search for anyone coming. By the time he resumed his post, Archie was handing over cash to Zola. His voice cracked and Silas heard his cry.

“Please, I have a family, okay!”

Zola pulled him close to her face and kissed both of his cheeks then whispered in his right ear. Archie slumped  to the counter and Zola walked toward Silas with a impish grin. Silas bit his bottom lip and struggled to swallow the bile forming in the back of his mouth. Zola pulled him to the door and said.

“Three-hundred dollars was all he had but we can get more this afternoon. Come on, we have someone else to see.”

The heaviness of the gun slipped from the small of his back to the top of his rear end. He pulled it out held it against his jeans as they got back inside the car. Zola laughed, pushed her heels off into the floorboard and put her toes against the dash.

“Three clients in Tampa is all I have Silas, but I might get a thousand dollars, hell, two thousand if we hit them up at their jobs at the right time. You know, this seems crazy to you, but what if we just forgot about going back to the strip club for Olive?”

Silas rubbed his sore throat then exploded, punching the steering wheel and slapping Zola’s feet off the car’s interior. He scooted within inches of Zola and grit his teeth.

“Shut up, Zola, shut the hell up, you hear me? Let’s get one thing straight! I don’t want you or your disgusting whore ass, ever! Get the money, then get away from us. We split the cash fifty-fifty because that’s what I agreed to with my girlfriend! You hear that word? Girlfriend! Now, you tell me where to drive next and don’t mention anything else!”

Silas cranked the Cutlass backed it out and swerved into traffic, almost hitting a station wagon in the closest lane. The gun dropped between his feet. He caught Zola’s eyes on it, then mumbled.

“Don’t even think of picking it up, Zola.”

He found the highway but with no direction coming from a shocked Zola he drove to the shoulder and let the car idle. Zola’s whimper became more noticeable. It was different than Olive’s. with more vulnerability and less focus. She seemed to be upset not emotional for effect. He closed his eyes and felt guilt poking his chest.

“I’m sorry Zo. Nothing is going the way it’s supposed to, at least not for the past two days, and I’m just trying to hold on to me and Olive, you know, that’s my normal.”

She sank in the seat and tears formed around her eye makeup. Silas put his hand on her shoulder. She leaned her head against it.

“Two exits down, Boggs Street, next to the strip mall is where you need to drive. The guy’s a stockbroker type, you know, master of the universe Wall Street wannabe asshole. Maybe you’ll hate him more than me when we’re done.”

Silas put the car into drive and found the on ramp.

“I don’t hate you, Zola. I barely know you. I just really love Olive. And I never thought I’d kill somebody.”

After a minute of silence, he leaned over and turned on the radio. The Pretenders played from a rock station. Silas and Zola exchanged smiles.

“You want me to turn it, you like dance music, right?”

She shook her head and answered.

“No, leave it, The Pretenders are just fine.”

I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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Backstreet Girl

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Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/05/13/100-word-song-bigmouth-strikes-again/

Punching the bottom of the steering wheel the balled knuckles on his right hand, Silas started to shake. Rock music thumped the stereo. Zola stared at him for a few seconds, then responded to his confession.

“You know, she’s been lying to us both, about what happened to y’all in Georgia and other things.”

He tried to keep his eyes on the road but the corners of his eyes caught her provocative posture in the passenger seat that revealed C-cup cleavage and a malicious pout. He crafted a story he didn’t believe.

“It was self-defense. I mean, he was coming after her and we just didn’t what to do. I didn’t even know she had a gun, I mean, I guess, it was his gun. He was bad news, really he was.

His ramble caused Zola to twist herself in the seat until her entire body faced him and her back was to the windshield. The sun coming over her shoulders gave her a weird red-orange glow. He bit his top lip and asked a question he’d regret.

“Why doesn’t it bother you that I shot Bart? Y’all were together and everything.”

Zola pushed in the lighter, leaned to the floorboard and retrieved her cigarette. Silence sat between them until the lighter popped out and she created her bad habit. A trail of smoke danced around Silas as she answered.

“I’m not as pretty or nearly as damn lucky as Olive. Things don’t just happen for me. Bart was a job, like going to see these grease monkeys to shake down for money or the other dumb-ass suckers we’ll run down today and tomorrow. He knew this, too. But that didn’t mean he could hurt me. It’s all how you treat people, Silas. That asshole in Georgia, Bart, hell, somebody was going to kill them the way they were, you know? At least it was you and her.”

The body shop appeared after they drove through a yellow light. Silas closed his eyes for a second, long enough to wonder what life would be like without Olive.

When he opened his eyes, Zola had leaned in close to his face. Her small, pink lips whispered into his ear.

“Olive isn’t your only option.”

He parked the car in an alley behind the garage, turned off the engine and opened the door. The gun in his waistband, moved, so he adjusted and looked at Zola, who climbed from the Cutlass, flicking her cigarette to the ground. She pulled her jeans down so they hugged her hips and used the palms to cup her breasts. He long, dark red hair shook into an appropriate mess.

“Silas, let me do the talking. Keep your hand close to the trigger.”

He followed her inside the rear entrance.

I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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100 Word Song – Bigmouth Strikes Again

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I spend a lot of time plotting and planning my other place, Lefty Pop aka @lefty_pop http://www.leftypop.com, so my partner in crime, there, Linda and I talk about writing, fiction and non, a lot. One of the advantages to having someone like that to bounce ideas off of, is you learn what works and doesn’t before publishing something. Linda is a great editor and a lot of time, I get stuff worked out before y’all see it.

She writes at http://www.elleroywashere.com and her 100 last week was outstanding so Leeroy and I asked her to write to pick this week’s tune. With a couple of exceptions, musician Linda and I have the same taste in music so when she chose Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths, I knew we’d have a hit on our hands.

For my 100, we go back to the Cutlass and Silas alone with Zola. Things are about to get even crazier in my short story, Light of Day, about 2 19-year-old lovers on the run in 1989 Florida.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/05/06/everything-is-awesome/

Zola pushed herself into the Cutlass’ front seat. Strands of dark red hair brushed Silas’ mouth and her left hand, marked by chipped nails of black polish slid across his ribcage. Her touch was different than Olive’s, almost animal-like.

He suppressed a shudder and pulled into traffic.”

Zola took a cigarette from her black bra, showing through a pink tank top. She pushed the car lighter in, then said.

“You killing two people doesn’t bother me.”

He pumped the brakes, watching the cigarette jump from her mouth to between his legs.

“Bart’s my fault, but Olive’s ex-boyfriend? She did that!”

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I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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100 Word Song Everything Is Awesome

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So 100 word song is a little late today with work and an unexpected morning post http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/05/06/im-the-man-inthewomensworldofblogging/ that I couldn’t finish last night. Let’s get right to the song so you all can write.

Long-time 100 word song player, Carrie, from Canada, over at The Muse Unleashed http://museunleashed.com/ had a fantastic 100 this week so Leeroy asked her to pick. He lets her choose anything and she went with Everything Is Awesome from former indie rock girls, Tegan and Sara, now pop singers for the Lego Movie soundtrack. I went with ironic for my 100, because Silas, Olive and I are like that.

Here’s my 100.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/05/04/the-same-deep-water-as-you/

The balance of the hour ride into Tampa was silent until the final mile. Olive climbed into the backseat of the Cutlass and tried to whisper to Zola. Silas heard every word.

“Don’t let him freak out. Talk him through it and keep him calm. We need this money, Zo. but we need Silas more.”

He stopped at the entrance of The Jade Gentlemen’s Club, staring at the broad-shouldered, t-shirted bouncer.

Olive rolled her eyes and leaned in for a kiss.

“Are you okay, honey?”

Silas pulled away and looked out the windshield.

“Everything is awesome. I’m a team player.”

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I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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The Same Deep Water As You

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Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/04/29/crash/

Through separating ripples of shower spray, Silas saw Olive step into the shower and move toward him for a kiss. Her lithe body wrapped around him but the peace was short-lived as she whispered violence into his ear.

“Zola found Bart’s pill stash and client list. You and Zola can finish the job and get us out of town in a few days.”

He pushed her against the tile then stared at her until too much water ran into his mouth and be began to choke. He stepped away from the stream, turning his back on her. She cooed over his shoulder.

“You can do this, Silas. Sell the drugs, get the money, and we’ll go wherever you want.”

He stepped back under the water and rinsed shampoo from his hair.  Olive moved behind him wrapping her arms around his chest. He answered.

“Three days. Even if we don’t get everything we need, we get out of Florida. But Zola is your responsibility. I signed up for you, and just you.”

Silas pulled away, opened the shower door, and grabbed a black towel off the toilet lid. After drying off, he wrapped it around his waist and walked into the bedroom. Zola was laying on the bed with four bags of pills, a small black and white notebook, and .38 pistol.

He walked past her then pulled boxers, jeans, and tube socks from the duffle bag they’d brought from Atlanta. He turned to Zola and said.

“Do you ever knock? Seriously, you grew in the same place I did and I don’t recall hanging in people’s rooms when they’re naked a proper southern thing.”

Zola smiled then looked at a nude Olive, who leaned against the bathroom door’s frame with her arms crossed as droplets of water fell to the hardwood. Olive answered for Zola.

“First of all, you took the towel we’re supposed to be sharing and two,  Zola and I have the same attitude when it comes to stuff. Seeing each other naked is the least of our worries. Now, throw me the towel and get dressed wherever you want. I have to be at work in an hour and you two have drugs to sell and clients to blackmail.”

Silas traded glares with both women. He sighed, turned his back then pulled the towel from around his waist and tossed it to Olive. He pulled his boxers and jeans in quick fashion then turned and watched them laugh at him.

He put on the socks and his sneakers then walked over to the bed, grabbed the gun, holstering it in the back band of his jeans. He leaned into Zola and snarled.

“I’m putting up with this shit for 3 days then I’m taking over, got it?”

As he walked out of the room, a t-shirt landed on his right shoulder and Olive’s voice bounced off his back.

“We’re in this together, honey.”

****blogger’s note****

This is a new episode of my short story, Light of Day, about two 19-year-old lovers on the run in 1989 Florida. You can read the majority of the story, from the beginning, here: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/light-of-day-silas-olive/

It’s the 25th anniversary of The Cure’s Disintegration album. The title of today’s post comes from one of the best tracks, The Same Deep Water As You. Here’s The Cure.

I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, very soon.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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100 Word Song – Crash

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What a fine week for 100 word song, We had new writers, more entries, and some of the best writing in a while. I let Leeroy pick this week because he’s in a late 1980s mood, musically, and my short story, Light Of Day, about two 19-year-old lover on the run in Florida is set in July 1989. He picked The Primitives Crash.

For my 100, we go back to the red Cutlass in Florida with our felonious three, Silas, Olive and Zola.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/04/22/100-word-song-deep-as-you-go/

 

Silas had the Cutlass’ front seat to himself during the one-hour drive from Sarasota to Ft. Myers. He wasn’t listening, much, trying to stay under the speed limit, but Olive and Zola’s plan was repeated to him when he stopped for gas.

‘Zola stays behind, blackmails Johns, gets several thousand dollars, meets Silas and Olive in 3 days back at the Beacon Motel in Sarasota, while the couple works in Tampa and finds a place to crash’.

None of it made sense to him. He wanted to drive the car into a swamp or pull into a police station and confess.

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