I find myself staring and attempt to look away, but not before he can find his way to me.
“You look like someone who would want to have a fun time.” He inquired to me.
“You don’t know anything about me.” I snap back at him while turning away.
Looking a bit stunned, he said, “True, but that doesn’t mean I can’t guess! Now I think you’re tapped. You let others make the decisions for you without taking your life into your own hands.”
I do not look at him. Instead, I stay silent while.
“You want to be set free, but the more you try, the deeper and deeper you are sucked into a world of no escape,” he continues.
I stood there with tears filling up in my eyes as I remember how joyless my life is. It was like he was reading my mind. I never said a word about being unhappy. Was it the way I was clothed? Was it the way my face looked to the world? Did I cry for help and not know it? …show more content…
“Now if you want to have some real fun for once in your life, come down to the Charleston club on 12th street. The entrance is in the alleyway, so make sure you keep a look out.”
He stops talking, but our connection remains the same. For a reason I cannot explain, I feel as if when my eyes blink he may not be there when they reopen. It is as if we are truly meant to be caught in this moment. “I have not heard of such a club,” I finally say to
“You look like someone who would want to have a fun time.” He inquired to me.
“You don’t know anything about me.” I snap back at him while turning away.
Looking a bit stunned, he said, “True, but that doesn’t mean I can’t guess! Now I think you’re tapped. You let others make the decisions for you without taking your life into your own hands.”
I do not look at him. Instead, I stay silent while.
“You want to be set free, but the more you try, the deeper and deeper you are sucked into a world of no escape,” he continues.
I stood there with tears filling up in my eyes as I remember how joyless my life is. It was like he was reading my mind. I never said a word about being unhappy. Was it the way I was clothed? Was it the way my face looked to the world? Did I cry for help and not know it? …show more content…
“Now if you want to have some real fun for once in your life, come down to the Charleston club on 12th street. The entrance is in the alleyway, so make sure you keep a look out.”
He stops talking, but our connection remains the same. For a reason I cannot explain, I feel as if when my eyes blink he may not be there when they reopen. It is as if we are truly meant to be caught in this moment. “I have not heard of such a club,” I finally say to