100 words prompted by “Satisfaction” by the Rolling Stones
“Poor!” Ellie said, stomping the brake. Clorox bottles and mop handles rattled in the back seat. “I can’t catch a light today.”
I lit a smoke and handed it over. “Here’s a light.”
Ellie took a drag. The radio coughed up the Stones. “Satisfaction.”
“This guy,” Ellie said, meaning Mick. “Some girl tells him no and I gotta listen fifty years later.” She exhaled through her nose and passed me the cig.
“At least we smoke the same cigarettes,” I teased.
On the radio, Mick couldn’t get no satisfaction.
Ellie said, “Satisfaction is a paycheck with a comma in it.”
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