Teenage escapade

 

 

The last twinkle in the snow vanished as the nearby streetlight bulb went out. She pulled her tight skirt back down to her knees as he zipped himself. Like two snakes they slithered back into different entrances of the dance hall. Neither looking at the other, nor noticing they’d left behind traces of their teenage escapade.

© Zora Zebic 2016

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