OLWG #302- Looking for Fire

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

reaching into my Pea Coat pocket, I fished out a crumpled pack of Lucky Strikes
and dug my finger around inside, hoping to hit pay dirt
I pulled the only remaining bent butt from the packet, straightened it as best I could
and snatched it up between my lips

Damn, no matches

I patted my pockets, looking for fire,
a nameless, red haired woman wearing short shorts and a navy blue gauze crop top
knotted tight, just below her pert breasts
flicked a Zippo open and shut a few times to get my attention

She leaned against the red brick wall outside the “Boom Boom Room”

Altering course, I swerved in her direction
she struck the lighter, and I cupped my hands around hers to
shield the flame from errant breezes and light my smoke
red lacquer coated her nails

red lip-gloss reflected the streetlight

I pulled deeply on the cigarette and exhaled out the side of my mouth
“looking for a date, Mister?” she pushed the gob hat she wore down low on her brow
and rose up on her toes, she gazed into my eyes, and gave me a peck on the cheek
leaving scarlet prints and a floral scent

I shook my head and breathed out a rumbling, sonorous whistle

She wiggled her fingers below my chin, spun on her toe, and provocatively strode
back through the door of the “Boom Boom Room”
I didn’t get her name, but
her likeness will remain etched in my imagination

forever