Thursday, November 1, 2012

The sounds of her homeland

It's been too long since I've participated in the Trifecta Writing Challenge! 
This week the challenge is the following....

1: a woman who engages in sexual acts for money: prostitute; also: a promiscuous or immoral woman
2: a male who engages in sexual acts for money
3: a venal or unscrupulous person
Please remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer.

Be sure to visit and join in the fun!

Maggie could hear the merriment a block away as she walked towards the Corner Tavern. It was getting darker sooner and already the gas lamplights were lit. This could only mean that the revelry will be starting earlier and earlier as the evening starts sooner. Maggie glanced inside the bar as she passed by. She saw young Irish girls, the same age as her, looking like strumpets and whores, their faces heavily powdered and their lips stained a tart red giggling like school children eating up the attention of the drunken lowlifes and card-sharks. Human wrecks make for good company. Everyone in their wanted something from each other and would lie and cheat to get what they wanted. Maggie knew this all too well from the old country. The country she sailed away from to start a new life in America. 

In the dark alley behind the bar is the entrance to the staircase leading up to her flat. She opens the door and runs up the wooden staircase, unlocking her one room apartment and quickly shuts the door behind her, hoping that no drunkard has followed her. As she undressed and laid down on her cot, the mattress so thin she could feel the wires underneath, she listens to the sounds of debauchery going on below her and into the street. This was the tradeoff she paid for having her own place rather than sharing a tenement with other women new to this country. She craved the solitude and the privacy and this was what she could afford for now on her meager pay.Truth be told, Maggie also craves the sounds of her homeland, a place she ran from yet the homesickness tugs at her heart. She drifts off to sleep and the squandering and boozing continues late into the night. 

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