Bold women Stories

The harsh chords of Motorhead’s Ace of Spades pierced the air as the lone occupant of the house sang along. A hard knocking somehow made it through Lemmy’s gravelly vocals and brought a halt to the single woman concert that had taken over the living room. “Hold on!” the occupant shouted while lowering the volume and shuffling over to the door wearing yellow ankle socks, pink booty shorts – white draw-strings tied in a bow...

“Well fuck you then! Ugly bitch!” Alan sat in his black pick-up and released a billow of cigarette smoke. Another advance. Another rejection. Another dose of bitterness. “When you’re sixty, you’ll be begging for this attention!” He drew in another cloud, inhaled, and then quickly exhaled followed by a chuckle. A bleached blonde with oversized, gold-framed sunglasses marched along the side-walk via his wing mirror. He plan...