Microfiction: Evil D.J.

On the beat and the beer, they danced. Women and men, high on their own hormones and the feeling of youth, kept bouncing and singing.

The D.J. spun a new beat and then pulled the microphone toward him.

“Everyone put their hands up!” Continue reading

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Flash Fiction: Party Girl

Her dance moves literally defied physics. She tapped both her feet on the ground at the same time and rose several inches. And drifted back down with a twirl which took her hemline and lifted it to her thighs.

And her arms hugged her body afterward, and she swayed as the surrounding air froze to the slow motion of the dance.

I stood, looking, staring, ogling, at her, and nearly dropped my drink. Nearly let it fall on the glittering tiles. Continue reading