Steve’s shorts: Fascist Tango, Part Four…

Fascist Tango

Copyright 2019, Steven M. Moore

Chapter Ten

Rodrigo’s Club

            I sat with them, smiling first at the manager and then at Rodrigo. The gnomish owner’s intentions weren’t clear. After some pleasantries and questions about why I’d emigrated from Colombia, the conversation took another tack.

“I must congratulate you. You fit right in to our dance group.” The beaming Rodrigo flashed his perfect teeth. Implants?

“I’m happy you think so. I needed a job. I think the customers’ a...