We had met last week at the same dance club and this week John had given me a call and we had a nice meal first, wandered the uptown and back to the club. It was still fairly early and not too crowded so we had a cozy corner table for ourselves. A few drinks and we hit the dance floor. Fast thumping music and a light buzz encouraged me to flirt with him on...
I moved through the next days in a daze, catching the memory of that hour and trying to resolve if it was a dream or a nightmare, sleeping or awake. It made no sense and I could not share it with anyone for surely they would think I was mad. I was mad, mad with the vision of her, in a mad maze. As more days passed I found myself eating to build up my stren...
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