Last Dance

October 11, 2016 § Leave a comment

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He had been invited to watch them dancing, to watch them flirting, to witness time. How unnecessary this had been. He made three steps backward into a dark corner until an open palm touched his shoulder.

(First published on my Instagram account here.)

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