Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. The photo this week is was taken at the Raton Pass Motor Inn, on Route 66. Each room has a different theme, and this week’s photo was taken in the Pin-Up Girl room. The Raton Pass Motor Inn is a real blast from the past and I highly recommend anyone taking a trip down the Mother Road stop there for the night. You can find more about Raton Pass Motor Inn HERE.
“Well, it’s better than the back seat of the car.” Jo Reynolds eyed the motel room. Scarce furnishings, but clean. She expected worse this side of the Mexico border. Jo had driven all night, crossing the International Bridge at Mission Texas. Dead-tired, she found the desolate motel near La Chapa. Jo needed sleep, but first she needed a drink. She poured several shots of cheap tequila into a dull glass left on the nightstand by previous occupant. Undaunted by germs, Jo emptied the glass quickly, then laid on the bed, closing her eyes.
Sleep did not come. No amount of tequila could erase the memory of the past two days. Or of Jimmy.
They had been so good together. A perfect blend of desire and danger. If only Jimmy had kept his mouth shut. Jimmy loved to boast, especially after a few drinks. At a different motel, they fought hard. He pleaded, and she cried when he spoke the words that sealed his fate.
“Baby, you know I’m no good for you. Better kill me now.” *
They say a woman’s weapon of choice is poison, but if you are a Texas gal, a Colt-45 works just fine.
* Loosely lifted from the song Loser, by Beck.
6 thoughts on “La Chapa”
Poor choice of words from Jimmy! He got what he asked for.
That’s generally how it works
Be careful what yer wishin’ for Cowboy…
Yep. Our words can come back to haunt us.
I enjoyed this story, but I guess that Jimmy did not
I’m sure Jimmy never expected to be taken literally.