It’s time for this week’s Song Title Challenge.
Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song. You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me. Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.
If you would like to suggest a song title for a future post, you can do so from the challenge page. You can also leave a suggestion on the Facebook page.
This week’s song is People Are Still Having Sex by LaTour and the genre is Action. Thanks to bumblepuppies for the suggestion.
People Are Still Having Sex
I see him duck through a doorway just as I round the corner. I rush after him. The door is unlocked. I edge it open, afraid of an ambush.
I find myself in a small anteroom. I can hear music playing from behind the double doors ahead of me. There’s a selection of masks on a table to my right. I put one on and enter, slipping my .38 into my coat pocket.
It takes me a moment to process what I see. It feels like I’ve walked into a scene from Eyes Wide Shut. You know the one I’m talking about.
I slowly move around the room, scanning the masked faces. He’s in here. I can feel him.
As I pass the bar something tells me to duck. A crystal flask containing some expensive spirit shatters behind me. I didn’t hear a shot. Damn. He must have a silencer.
A door slams upstairs. It has to be him. I run for the stairs, jumping over the entwined bodies on the floor. People are still having sex. They didn’t even notice the flask exploding. Nor a man jumping over them with a revolver in his hand. The watchers on the gallery also ignore me as I brush past them.
A dark corridor with doors on either side exits off the gallery. I try one door after another. Locked. At the second to last the handle turns. I press my back against the wall and push open the door. No reaction. He’s waiting for me to come to him. It’s dark enough that he won’t see my outline in the doorway, but I crouch low before I peer around the frame, just in case.
Something hits me hard on the back of the head and everything goes black…
Copyright © 2013 Herman Kok
if all else fails...use a hammer 
Nice one, and strangely PG-rated.
Enjoy your google search terms…
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I haven’t looked at those in ages. Thanks for reminding me 😉
Your Christmas song challenge is a doozy. But I have an idea how I’m going to pull it off… Problem is I have three titles to choose from (and two are from the wife). Shall I try for the hat trick? (Cricket term. I don’t expect an uncultured yank like yourself to know it, so google it 😉 )
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Hat trick is also hockey terminology. I don’t live in hockey country, but I had a hockey video game as a kid that was called “Hat Trick.” I’d think South Africa would get cold enough for you to know the term in a hockey context. 😉
And go for the hat trick. Or, just make the wife happy.
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We only have field hockey, but I’ve never heard the term used in that context. It doesn’t actually get cold enough here that ice hockey ever caught on. Even in the mountainous areas there’s only one place where it snows enough to allow for skiing and while the water might freeze coming out the sprinkler if you leave it on at night, water bodies larger than a laundry tub don’t as a rule freeze over.
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