6/100 Days of Creativity: Shagged

Marina gingerly walked into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. She felt like shit. Her legs ached and she felt raw inside. She didn’t want to work this afternoon but after two days off with thrashbush she couldn’t afford not to. Her regular clients would go somewhere else if she didn’t show up soon. Maybe they already had if what Dolly said was true. She took one last drag on her ciggie, finished her tea and headed into the bedroom to change. She sighed. Being popular wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.


For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.

Today’s word:
thrashbush n.
(Medical) The principal cause of absenteeism amongst UK sex workers between 1931 and 1967.

Tomorrow’s word:
wendling ptcpl.v.
Ostentatiously sniffing and swirling wine in a glass.