This is Chapter 20 of Marcus T Anthony's online novel Light. To read the rest of the novel, to date, go to http://www.lightmysterious.com/
The Mistake
She was thin, almost gaunt. She looked at me with big eyes, They were a little too hollow to be beautiful. But I could feel them inviting me in, along with the pull of her arms.
“Would you like to dance?”
“Um, yeah, why not?”
Why not? One decent reason might have been because I had a beautiful new girlfriend who was just a couple of suburbs away. But like I said, the beer was talking, not me.
We were at the far end of the dance floor away from the lights, where it was dark. I had to force myself to keep my eyes wide, because I was having trouble focusing. That was on account of my drunkenness. It was an effort not to slur my words.
“You’re a good dancer.”
“Me?” Giraffes on roller skates dance better than I do.
She twirled around a few times, and started dancing closer. The strange thing is that she didn’t smile. She didn’t even look that happy. But I could see something, feel something within her. She wanted me. And there was something good about that.
“Buy me a drink.” She said. She dragged me over to the bar like a dog on a leash.
She was thin, almost gaunt. She looked at me with big eyes, They were a little too hollow to be beautiful. But I could feel them inviting me in, along with the pull of her arms.
“Would you like to dance?”
“Um, yeah, why not?”
Why not? One decent reason might have been because I had a beautiful new girlfriend who was just a couple of suburbs away. But like I said, the beer was talking, not me.
We were at the far end of the dance floor away from the lights, where it was dark. I had to force myself to keep my eyes wide, because I was having trouble focusing. That was on account of my drunkenness. It was an effort not to slur my words.
“You’re a good dancer.”
“Me?” Giraffes on roller skates dance better than I do.
She twirled around a few times, and started dancing closer. The strange thing is that she didn’t smile. She didn’t even look that happy. But I could see something, feel something within her. She wanted me. And there was something good about that.
“Buy me a drink.” She said. She dragged me over to the bar like a dog on a leash.
