Flash Fiction

Sarah Drew 5/5/12 Flash Fiction Mr. Tall stalked slow yet powerful to the left of Susan, pushing her with his inebriated girlfriend in tow into the crowd. A large group of girls danced provocatively with one another up against Susan’s other shoulder. Left, right, front, back, she was surrounded. The bass vibrated her tongue and throat; there was nothing quite like the Century Club in full swing. Three hours passed. The night was fun, up until the part where she got separated from her group and was suddenly vulnerable to the belligerent patrons. A short guy in sunglasses began jumping up and down to the beat to the new song the band was playing. Susan pushed him away from her petite feet trying to save her poor little piggies. Stomp! Grabbing onto a girl in front of him and started to dance, If you could call rocking back and forth dancing. The crowds were making Susan’s skin crawl and her heart race along with the bass. Clenching her jaw through the pain she turned to find her exit in the sardine packed club. Moving through the floor peeling apart bodies, pushing them out of her way her heart beat with the bass. At this point she could care less if her friends were having fun. She just wanted out. “Jackie? Hal? Where are you guys?”