The groove lay down for twelve extended minutes, it did its work.  Bass cascaded over funk and sweat and happiness.  Holly could see through closed eyelids, machine fog, and pulsing strobe – the deejay is scratching her back; rousing her heart to a shared rhythm.  Everyone else is gone.  This is her house.

52Words52Weeks

52 word stories over the course of 52 weeks

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