There’s an air of taut flesh wrapped around bone in the club tonight.
Youth is wasted on the young—death too. Under strobe lighting, you can see the blood and glitter ooze from their eyes, and their skulls bulge like seaweed beneath moonlit waves.
But when the pills truly kick in there’s nothing so beautiful as a kid on the dance floor, outlined in chalk.
Tim Frank’s short stories have been published in Wrongdoing Magazine, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, Maudlin House, Rejection Letters and elsewhere. He was runner-up in The Forge Literary Flash Fiction competition ‘22. He has been nominated for Best Small Fictions ’23.