Short, short fiction
By Anonymous
Inside, the packed club, bodies glisten as neon lights flash from the ceiling. Hundreds yell in unison, “All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom,” to the first line of the chorus from Wreckx-n-Effect’s, “Rump Shaker.” Samson, one of the guys in our group, leans toward me. His breath smells like stale wine. “With a June, June,” Samson sings, sounding more like Barry White than a rap group. of the month. has replaced the song’s next line, which should say, ...