Saturday, November 12, 2022

Palms (a #shortstory)

At the party he saw
some old friends
And made some new ones.
The music was a bit too loud
for his taste but good to dance to.



Everyone, the DJ, the waiters and waitresses, 
the security guards, the performing artists, 
the management of the club, of course the guests
and even the wardrobe ladies, 
seemed to have a good time.

Proof of that he saw 
when he used the bathroom:
at the back wall of the stall
he noticed
the imprint of two
sweaty hand palms.

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