Posted by: Author | January 29, 2018

Tuesday Tales- January 30, 2018- Hideous

This week’s Tuesday Tale word is hideous. I like this word and I made it an adverb for my snippet!  🙂  I’m still working on my thriller with the former policeman looking for a runaway he’s afraid has been taken for human trafficking.

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I glanced around for where to start. There were several groups of ladies. From across the space, I could tell the biggest grouping were all either passed out or seemed doped up.

Over in the dim area of the warehouse where eight women were resting on thin mattresses, I spent a few minutes trying to communicate with a woman who spoke broken English in a Russian accent but she didn’t understand what I was trying to say. She kept reciting prices for various sex acts. I couldn’t get her to realize I was there to help her.

Finally, another young lady called over to me. “Svetlana isn’t all there in the head. Come over here. I’ll talk to you.”

I patted Svetlana on the shoulder and excused myself.

Crouching down beside the hideously dirty mattress the new woman was lounging on, I asked, “What’s your name?”

“Does it matter?”

“I would hope it would matter.”

“I’ve been a piece of meat using a false name for so long, I don’t really remember who I was before.”

Her words turned my blood to ice. She looked to be under twenty years old. What kind of life had she had? Horrific for sure. “Hopefully, after today, your life will get back on track.”

She laughed. A raspy, harsh sound. “You think you’ve rescued us and we’ll now all be off the streets? You’re delusional.”

The girl was probably right but her words were like a kick in the gut. “I’m sure some of you don’t have the skills to find regular employment but my friend who mounted this operation has some ideas and the funding to aid those of you who want to try to come out of the life.”

“Good luck with that.” She spat on the floor. “Do-gooders. Bah.”

“Look, whether you love me or hate me, I could use your help.”

“What? So you and your friends can brag about all the poor, poor prostitutes who you saved? Spare me. People are always all about wanting us not to do the job but they soon lose interest and we’re back where we started, hungry, cold and homeless. There’s no magic solution to the end of women being used by men. It’s been like this forever. You’re spitting in the wind, dude. Spitting.In.The.Wind.”


  1. Unfortunately, her last words ring true today. A moving piece, much contained emotion and intensity. Love it. Great use of the prompt, too.

    • thanks, Jean. This story has been fun to write as I love the main character but it’s also hard as there is so much sadness about the life of a prostitute and so much evil with human trafficking.

  2. Excellent scene. Unfortunately, another snippet that has too much truth to it that it’s scary. “I don’t really remember who I was before.” It tears at your heart. Great job, Jillian.

    • Thanks Trisha. It’s very sad how these ladies slip through the cracks of society, isn’t it?

  3. Wonderful snippet with words that ring true today.

    • thanks!

  4. I can see why her words from one so young made his blood turn to ice– such a powerful image. I always admire how much work you put into deciding how to use the prompt. Your ending here is marvelous. It has such punch. Great job!

    • Thanks, Flossie. I like to read the prompt early and let it marinate for a few days. 🙂 I appreciate the kind words and glad I got some punch in there. 🙂

  5. Wow. Her words were so harsh but so true especially in this day and age. Great job!

    • Sadly, yes, they are true. It’s tragic, really.

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