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I wrote this story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW), a weekly challenge to write a ±100-175 word story based on a photo.
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She followed him down a narrow graffiti’d hall, the sound of techno reaching her ears. Entering the club, he turned and pressed something into her palm.
“Gotta run, catch up with ya later.” He disappeared into the darkness; his customers were waiting. Feeling the pill with her fingers, she slid it into the watch pocket of her Levis and headed toward the illuminated cinema sign from the 70s that hung over the bar. Ordering a vodka soda, she travelled the stretch of bar with her eyes: skin, faux fur, an electric blue bob, and a smiling face. He’s cute, she thought.
“I feel so old,” she called in his direction.
“Heh heh, I know what you mean.”
“What?” she yelled.
They laughed, and he edged closer.
“The sound’s pretty decent though.”
She swept the stray strands from her face smoothing them back into place. Shoving her finger into the tight pocket, she felt the tablet. She scooped it out, and tossed it on the floor.
“You live round here?”