Tag: bordellos

The Newsie

It occurred to me Giovanni might have attended the Wild Bunch’s horses. I wouldn’t ask him to break Miss Fannie’s Code of Silence. I had a few secrets of my own. “I’ve come to you because I believe I can trust you. You enjoy…

A Quick Poke

John drummed his fingers on the table. “Least we caught him.” God, not Butch and Sundance. “Who?” I tried to keep my voice flat and not give away the flutter in my chest. “The man who killed his wife last night. Owner of a…

Meeting Madam Fannie Porter

  I neared the front door and stopped to read the sign. Madam Fannie Porter’s Boarding House. The term Madam did not escape me. Nor did the sparsely dressed and licentious female boarders I spotted through the slightly-parted curtains. I sat on the curb,…

Bed Robbers

Last night, alone in Sadie’s bedroom, I had slipped a chair beneath the doorknob to prevent intruders from stumbling in while I slept. Even so, I tossed and turned worrying about Sadie meeting Clayton. Although too early for breakfast, I hurried to dress and…

Madam Fannie defends her bordello

John opened the paper and tapped a small ad on page three. A glance down at the headlines, my smile faded. The mayor already hated me. Now, he had new artillery. Mayor Marshall Hicks, the blue-skin Presbyterian, and member of the Knights of Pythias…

“No Jail!”

Sadie threw her hands over her ears and rocked back and forth. “Just no jail, no jail, no jail …” When  tears tumbled down Sadie’s cheeks, I caught Louis’s look of compassion—the same as Meta’s, the same as Reba’s. The same as mine. “I…

Firing Squad

The officer turned to Sadie. “Miss, get up now. We need to ask you some questions. City Hall is only a short walk.” Sadie gripped the edge of the table as if nailed there. “But I didn’t do anything wrong. I found this the…

Pursing God

Moved to a room full of cots, women lay moaning, talking to themselves, soiling their sheets. Some chained to their beds, others forced into straight jackets before bedtime. Most stared up at the flaking, gray ceiling. Everything existed in a different time and place….

Trying to keep a straight spine

In the glow of the kitchen lantern, I spotted the lone tear in Reba’s eye. “So, what’s now?” she asked. “It’s only Temporary, Rebie. She’ll be back before we know it. I just hope the plan works. We’ll find out in the morning.” “Fannie, notice…

Meta pretends she’s a prostitute

His lips mashed together into a thin line. “Hey, wait just a confounded minute. Did you say…? They didn’t hire you to, you know…” Retaliation. “Yes! I got a job there, and I know I will love it. The clients can be quite challenging….