Club Androcles

Club Androcles was the place to be.  Everywhere you turned you were surrounded by beautiful people.  Beautiful mouths leaning close to shout in their beautiful friend’s ears.  Beautiful bodies touching, gyrating, grinding against each other lubricated by sweat and alcohol and other social drugs, beautiful social drugs.  Beautiful bodies brought to a frenzy by the pounding music. Beautiful shapes moving slowly, lights changing, echoing, reverberating until they found me leaning against the wall, water bottle in my hand.  Club Androcles was shifting as I watched it, for a moment I wondered if this was a dream, or a film I had forgotten I was watching. The moment passed and I did not care. All that mattered was enjoying it.  Club Androcles faded out of focus except for her. I could see every detail of her. She was looking at a little man. I looked at the little man. I saw his eyes go thin, I saw his hand raised and I saw her cower.  Even from... Read more...