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June 17, 2017 - 125 words
“Here take this.”
“What is it?”
“Just take it. Quick.”
Without further hesitation I take the small dusty pill from her palm and throw it into my mouth, where it dissolves like alka seltzer. We were surrounded by undulating bodies in the throes of ecstatic dance, sounds and sights and smells blending into a cocktail of sensation. My fucking jaw hurts. We’d been at it for five hours already; why did we need more drugs? The night was winding down. It’s Sunday. I have to work tomorrow.
After consuming the small orange piece of power I throw her a silent question mark. Her eyes narrow into half mischief and half intoxicated excitement. She replies in her dark throaty voice, “I like to mix my drugs.”