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Feb 09, 2019 22:35:51

Fever to the Form #3

by @timsubiaco PATRON | 206 words | 🐣 | 153πŸ’Œ

Tim Subiaco

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I stood near the stage, hands in my pockets trying to look chill. No, hands in the back pockets - that helps your chest open out. Hat backwards? No, that’s childish. Hat forwards but tilting up at an angle that makes it useless, that more normal. 

Theo was looking at me. I couldn’t see his eyes through his sunglasses but I knew what he was thinking.

β€œBro, why are you dancing. There’s no music yet”

Fuck him. I just folded my arms. 

Then I saw her.

She had her hair in a long braid, a bit different from the night before when it flowed freely. It seemed considered but also quite pretty, of course. 

She seemed to walk slowly, like she was just about to take flight at anytime but simply choosing not to. A latent energy emanated from her. But she moved with such levity. What was gravity to her?

She saw me and lifted her chin and smiled in recognition. 

β€œHow are ya?” 

She gave me a hug like a long lost friend, but ran her fingers down my arms. She was such a fucking tease. Who she was, I had no clue but I  burned to find out.

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