Flash Fiction: Walk of Shame

young woman in black dress doing the walk of shame carrying her shoes
Where did I put my…?

She couldn’t sit and stall any longer. With every passing second, the meter ticked on and the cabbie got ticked off.

“Keep the change,” she said as she paid the driver with the last of the cash she had on her, feeling his dark glare when he realized his tip amounted to twenty cents.

He didn’t bother to hide his annoyance when he started talking in his native tongue, a tongue that smelled of curry and onions and assaulted her sensitive nose and stomach. She couldn’t get out of the cab fast enough.

Standing on the sidewalk in the bright light of day, cum stains between her thighs, fuck-me pumps in one hand and house key in the other, she counted the slabs of concrete leading from the sidewalk to the front door.


Fourteen paces to get to the door. Fifteen paces to get out of the eyesight of her neighbors leaving for work and kids leaving for the school bus.

He said it was going to be a night she’d never forget.

Too bad she couldn’t remember his name.

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©Jayne Marlowe, 2015

Jayne Marlowe

Jayne Marlowe is a child of the 1970s, a Gen-Xer looking for her lost tribe. She writes interracial stories featuring curvy Black women who defy stereotype and genre conventions. Her interests include reading, music, animals, Archie comic books, cartoons, retro things, vintage things, fried food, real cars made out of real steel, and people who have a sense of humor. When she isn’t writing, Jayne is getting inspiration for future stories by reading, travelling, and her music tastes range from ABBA to The Zapp Band. She has received more than one indecent proposal in her life...but was too chicken to accept...more often than not, anyway. So she uses them as “what if” scenarios for her books! She is left handed and very ticklish.

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