short fiction, women

1UP (drabble)

games-lineup-1000

She looked at him across the dancefloor. Plucking up the courage to go over and say hello again. The lights are kind to everyone in here, but she still feels a small shame at how time has left it’s mark on her.

She walks across the dancefloor. He is sat at the table, and when he smiles at her, it’s twenty years gone in an instant.

‘Hello, stranger.’ he said. Jovial, like they’re old friends.

She goes to speak but the words don’t come out. Again.

The world goes black, and words float before her.

INSERT COIN TO CONTINUE.

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