Tourist Season Part 1

It all started on what seemed to be like any other boring day. Lily took out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between her blood crimson lips.

"Looks like it's gonna rain", said a the man at the cafe counter, "maybe not till later though".

"Dreary bag of beans this little town has become" Lilly replied as she threw a Hamilton down on the counter. "Keep the change Kenny you were wonderful last night." She laughed as the door slammed shut.

Small towns never really appealed to Lilly Post, yet somehow she always found herself stuck in the middle of nowhere without a pot to piss in.

Long gone were the days of old when cocktail shrimp arrived in buckets and champange flowed like the mighty Hudson. That was of course before her trusty trust officer pulled the carpet from under her diamond soled shoes. That was before what Lilly likes to call the end of all things. No more parties, no more gorgeous men, no more summers on Martha's Vinyard. No, it was all over. She knew it was a bad idea to borrow the family camera, but Christ almighty Jen Tucker would never have believed a word of it.

In the small town of Hinsdale, Idaho Lilly was a very popular lady. You see, in small towns where the breeding pool in tapped out, a new face in town can seem like a god send. Lilly was never really considered pretty by her peers or anyone else for that matter, yet in this town and others like it, she is treated like a queen. That is until the tourist season arrives....

(To Be Continued)