Flash Fiction #4

God is in the music, so love is in the music. The music made me see her, and I loved her instantly, because if the lyrics were flotsam, she was the tidal wave that brought them all home.
Clear black skin stained smoky-blue from the club lights. Jazz night. Rouge on her lips. Pucker, pucker, kiss!
We dance and it’s love, a finite love. A love that would go for as long as the music does…

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@dk_stan

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