Saturday 1 January 2000

Sinful Sunday Flashfiction #18

It was only when she pushed her way through the crowds towards the bar that she realised that this one might be her last time.

She could feel life pumping around her as the bass line resonated in her heartbeat. The EKG had made the same sound.

‘Let go, life has no further need of you’ whispered a voice in her ear and the thought made her bite her lip until it bled. The cut burned when the whiskey touched it.

Forgetting was easier then and when a stranger’s hand closed around her fingers, inhibition disappeared. His hips against hers spoke of freedom and his mouth next to her ear reminded her of times long gone.

‘Let me take you away.’

His right grabbed her hair and didn’t let go.

She gasped, instinct kicking in with force. When she started to struggle, his hands on her were firm, holding her mouth in place.

‘No’ she gasped, all sound lost against the backdrop of the ever pounding beat.
‘Now’ he answered. ‘Let go!’

His voice against her lips was as sharp as the command.

It was only when he pushed into her that she understood the sweetness of his request.

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