Mariella had aged before her time; she’d had a hard paper round as we say back home.

Her silky skin had taken on the look and feel of leather; too much drink, too much sun, too many tabs, and too much action.

Things had been manageable when she’d been married to Jos, but after his disappearance everything changed.

She wasn’t a femme fatale in the traditional sense; she wasn’t a siren who lured men onto the rocks; it was her availability: the fact that she let them do things they could only dream about doing with their wives.

While Jos was around she’d been able to live off his money and the gratitude of her gentlemen friends; but after a few months she began to realise she couldn’t get by on just his police pension and the gratuities she got for sex from married men.

She called up Dirk DeGryse, who owned a scrap yard, garage, and second hand car and truck dealership, and asked for a lift to the supermarket.
Dirk was huge bear of a man, but was always happy to run her around; as long as it wasn’t in their town.

She’d chosen Dirk because Jos reckoned he was bent; certainly he always seemed to be generous with gifts of Polish and Czech cigarettes, and booze, and could lay his hands on most things given a few days.

“I want to go shopping in Nivelles” she announced when Dirk picked her up at the services on the E40.

It was only just over an hour away so Dirk didn’t think this unusual and pulled out of the service station without a word: tab dangling from his mouth, and his right hand on the wheel:his left hand started the slow journey up her silky smooth thigh until it reached her stocking top.

No hand reached out to stop him.

He drove on further until he discovered that Mariella was not wearing any knickers.
He ran his fingers through her pubic hair, and started travelling further down, when suddenly Mariella grabbed his hand: “Later honey; I’ve got shopping to do”.

Despite the difficulty and distraction of driving with such a massive erection; they got to Nivelles in once piece.

“Dirk honey can you just stop at this Delhaize.”

Mariella grabbed her bag and jumped out of the car at the front of the Supermarket; “Just wait here I’m just nipping into get some cash.”

After she shot the first cashier they all emptied their tills and gave her the money, the store manger is no doubt still a hero to the widow and children he left behind, and the off duty cop should have just kept his nose out of her business.

She put Jos’ gun back in her hand bag, grabbed the sack of money and ran out of the supermarket.

“DRIVE!” She screamed at Dirk.

For two years they knocked over every Delhaize within an hours drive, and then drove off into the Marbella sunset.


  • Artist
  • Artwork Comments 30

Artist's Description

Inspired by; and part of:

“Pulp Noir Challenge 1 – Characters ":

Twisted Tales Star Twister 21 Silky Skin-

Twisted Tales October Theme

A different, and longer, version of this story appears in Blunt Wound Trauma ; the forthcoming anthology of short stories by Micky McGuinness

Artwork Comments

  • Paul Rees-Jones
  • Micky McGuinness
  • Lesley  Hill
  • Micky McGuinness
  • jcmontgomery
  • Micky McGuinness
  • Karirose
  • Micky McGuinness
  • lightsmith
  • Micky McGuinness
  • lightsmith
  • David  Symons
  • Micky McGuinness
  • Miri
  • Micky McGuinness
  • Medusa
  • Micky McGuinness
  • KMFalcon
  • Micky McGuinness
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.