David Bickley

He asked what she was doing up here, then he couldn’t remember how he got there. She had been with the diplomat, had asked him for a soda, he had gone to get it, the door of the kitchen had sprung back and the lights had gone out, not the power, but as if the light had turned black. Then he was here, where the Marquis lived, she stepped out of nowhere; “hello Jack, are you lost?”. She led him like a child back to the party. The Spanish doctor was called, and the girl just danced about, showing off.

Seed by David Bickley. Image by Gail Albert Halaban.

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