[100 word story]
Fiona banks her ride in front of Mel’s Hot & Cold Heroes. Her Oldsmobile Cutlass is like a battered lemon shark. She leaves the motor running, reaches back to smooth the watch plaid blanket across the slippery backseat. The stand’s iron grating is drawn against the Cincinnati night. Her man is inside. Mel. Waltzing the mop around. Reeking of grease and onion. His upper arm is inked, Blue Valentine. He doesn’t like her to see him dirty. Normally showers and changes before their dates. Buffs his nails. Tonight, she’ll get him before the ablutions. Fiona grips the grating. Shakes it.