Dancing Meat
Flash fiction by: Stevie McCoy
“May I have this dance?” His face looked so serene like a porcelain doll. He was playing coy of course and I wasn’t going to take ‘No’ for an answer. I laced my arms under his and dragged him to the dance floor.
His weight seemed to double from his stubbornness. Grunting I readjusted his body and happily his head swayed to lean on shoulder. I knew he would see my way of things eventually.
“This didn’t have to be so difficult, you know.” I stroked his ha...
Published on June 06, 2012 01:00