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Dancing To The Music Unknown

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By Moon DesertPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Photo by Sérgio Alves Santos on Unsplash

Trapped by society. They all crave fun and games every night.

Françoise too. She wouldn’t be herself without a shot of vodka on Saturday night. Or whisky mixed with a bitter kiss at the Cat Club. Lekking behaviour exhibition.

She oftentimes asked for ‘Angela’. In the long run, spiking is a criminal offence.

Her escapism from everyday life was marked by AIDS. Purple patches covered his back from nape to anus. She never asked.

Later, after being hospitalised with only 220 T-4 cells, she found out about Kaposi's sarcoma. It was too late then.

She didn’t make it past 30.

Short Story

About the Creator

Moon Desert

UK-based

BA in Cultural Studies

Unsplash

Crime Fiction: Love

Poetry: Friend

Psychology: Salvation

Where the wild roses grow full of words...

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