Monday, 18 May 2015

A Last Moonlight Dance

They knew that, in the morning, there would be a fight. Neither of them could handle a hangover that well, and all the frustrations and problems their relationship was filled with would boil over. It would be the sort of epic, protracted argument that broke up relationships.

They didn’t talk about it, both of them focusing on enjoying the copious booze and good music. But even through the drunken haze, they sensed this was the end.

She offered a hand. Her partner took it, and together the ladies danced one last time, hoping to delay the inevitable.

But sadly, no…

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