A Miners Lament
Weeks working long hours in the remote oil sands had taken their toll but today the company-sponsored busses rolled into the Saloon of this makeshift northern town.
The jamboree would run non-stop for the next five days, it was time to cut loose. The booze would flow and the comfort girls, drawn to payday money, would be primed and ready for the carousing to begin.
Billy hated himself watching the stranger, her curves rocking in his lap. Back east, his Annie was waiting for his return.
Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #270.
Prompt Word: Jamboree | Word Count: 86
Date: 2022-07-30 | Tags: #weekendwritingprompt
Photo Credit: Unknown via Oil Sands Magazine.
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You’ve told a poignant story in so few words Greg.
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Thanks Sadje, it kept coming up 88 and I reworked and reworked and cursed Sammi and reworked until it finally fit the rules!
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I know how that feels Greg. But it’s a good practice.
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