This is my entry to @mariannewest’s 3-Part Weekend Freewrite. Details here. Prompt sentences in bold italics.
Butterfly Effect
[Sue] looked at the pole in her hands. "I just found it," she said. “This is it. This is what I wanna do. This is what I am really good at.”
“I told you,” her friend Peggy said. She had been hammering the idea in her mind. Sue had been a great athlete in her teens. She left everything for that man who promised her castles in the air. And now, here she was, divorced, unemployed, and traumatized. She had worked at an office for a while, but had to endure all kinds of abuse from the men in the company. Even her husband had suggested that she played along to keep her job.
She developed a certain apprehension to being watched or touched. At some point Peggy thought her best friend would go from the sexy athlete to the boring nun. Accepting a gig at this bar was quite a transformation.
As expected," he said. "Lost all feeling. Numbed it. That's what it's done." The bar manager said after Sue closed the deal. He found her extremely attractive precisely because she was unassuming. She carried her beauty reluctantly, as if were a curse.
He gave the body guards specific instructions that she be well taken care of. He wanted her to be the new star and he wanted the gain her confidence. Deep down he admired the strippers. He knew he would be unable to be so exposed so vulnerable and still smile for customers who could be potential aggressors. It took a special kind of courage to do that. He knew Sue had been through a lot and he wanted her to use that energy on stage.
A seven year old scream emerged from Sue’s throat as she slapped the man who, for about that time, had kept her doubting herself. He had entered the bar already drunk. He wanted to confirm the rumor that her ex-wife was now the sexy symbol of a titty bar. He had nothing to demand, and yet, he dared.
The body guards had done their part neutralizing him and were about to drag him out when Sue asked them to allow her the honor. She knocked him out with one blow, the retroactive anger and frustration paid in full with interests.
“That’s what I call closing a chapter,” Peggy said proudly. “Go do your thing girl.”
“I will,” Sue asserted.
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