She looked at him across the dancefloor. Plucking up the courage to say hello again. The lights are kind to everyone in here, but she still feels a small shame at how time has left its mark on her.
She walks across the dancefloor. 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.
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MB Blissett 