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Something salty splashed across Estelle’s lips as she was dancing on the small floor at the center of her local sports bar. She thought it was sweat from her rather hot and handsome dance partner, so she used the back of her hand to mix his perspiration with her spit. As she brought her hand back down to his firm shoulder she noticed a checkered gradient running from her wrist to the tip of her index finger. Soon splash after splash of this would be sweat was hitting her face and bare arms from all directions. Estelle looked around to see if any of the other couples dancing had taken notice of the dark brackish rain. To her surprise they were all dancing, as they had been the entire night. She looked to her partner for confirmation and saw nothing but vacant lifeless eyes. She studied his face for any break in his sudden stoic visage, but as if he were replaced without her noticing. He never broke character with a smile or opened his mouth to acknowledge her. Estelle coated and dripping in an unidentified fluid stepped back from the paneled floor and towards the bar. She noticed the girl who served her a drink earlier filling a glass with beer while talking to an older gentleman at the bar. As Estelle watched them talk and the glass fill with beer she realized the beer wasn’t moving up the sides of the glass as she decided it should have and she also decided the beer wasn’t the right color either if she remembered correctly. She spun around looking at the place she came to every weekend and everything seemed just a bit off from the last time she was there, but she couldn’t be for sure without someone else validating her observations. Movement caught the corner of her eye as she was kneeling down to inspect an old scratch she thought she remembered making with some particularly sexy high heels. A small dark figure moved out the front door and to the left on the sidewalk. Estelle followed it into the small alley behind the bar where it dissipated and ascended into the night sky. Estelle, puzzled from that night’s further weirdness, knelt down next to the spot where the shadow disappeared. A few feet away from the spot Estelle heard a gurgling noise and a slight whisper. Turning over a piece of plywood that had been ripped off the alley wall she saw there a naked woman with several deep cuts on her hands and face. All that the nude woman had on were a particularly sexy pair of high heels and a necklace that reminded Estelle of something. Estelle reached for her phone, but her purse was gone. In fact she realized everything was gone just then or maybe for a while. She couldn’t remember. A couple huddled under a small umbrella walked passed the alley returning to their car for the night. Estelle screamed through the rain, but neither of them turned to look her direction. She ran up behind them and grabbed at the man’s shoulder only to slide around in his insides and out his back. Estelle couldn’t decide if that usually happened or if it were the first time she had felt sinew and tendon weave between her fingers. Satisfied that they would never acknowledge her Estelle ran back through the rain to the nearly dead woman. The plywood was once again leaning against the wall covering the body from view. Estelle thought she might have put it back in her confusion and haste. She flopped the warped piece of wood to the ground, but there was no body. All that was there was a damp piece of paper folded in quarters. Scrawled in recognizable handwriting it read: You were a whore. Never forget that. It was signed with her very own signature and dated yesterday’s date.

Upset and frustrated, Estelle returned to the bar and stood in the doorway. Surveying the room her eyes landed on a familiar woman wearing particularly sexy high heels and the same necklace that adorned the body in the alley. The woman turned and smiled at Estelle, but as Estelle opened her mouth to speak she shattered and all her tiny pieces rolled into the crack she thought she remembered making and it and she were gone. On her way out the familiar woman picked up the damp note and tossed it in a trash-can on the way back to where she parked. Her phone rang, but she didn’t bother to answer because she knew it was for someone else.

Description
Something salty splashed across Estelle’s lips as she was dancing on the small floor at the center of her local sports bar. She thought it was sweat from her rather hot and handsome dance partner, so she used the back of her hand to mix his perspiration with her spit. As she brought her hand back down to his firm shoulder she noticed a checkered gradient running from her wrist to the tip of her index finger. Soon splash after splash of this would be sweat was hitting her face and bare arms from all directions. Estelle looked around to see if any of the other couples dancing had taken notice of the dark brackish rain. To her surprise they were all dancing, as they had been the entire night. She looked to her partner for confirmation and saw nothing but vacant lifeless eyes. She studied his face for any break in his sudden stoic visage, but as if he were replaced without her noticing. He never broke character with a smile or opened his mouth to acknowledge her. Estelle coated and dripping in an unidentified fluid stepped back from the paneled floor and towards the bar. She noticed the girl who served her a drink earlier filling a glass with beer while talking to an older gentleman at the bar. As Estelle watched them talk and the glass fill with beer she realized the beer wasn’t moving up the sides of the glass as she decided it should have and she also decided the beer wasn’t the right color either if she remembered correctly. She spun around looking at the place she came to every weekend and everything seemed just a bit off from the last time she was there, but she couldn’t be for sure without someone else validating her observations. Movement caught the corner of her eye as she was kneeling down to inspect an old scratch she thought she remembered making with some particularly sexy high heels. A small dark figure moved out the front door and to the left on the sidewalk. Estelle followed it into the small alley behind the bar where it dissipated and ascended into the night sky. Estelle, puzzled from that night’s further weirdness, knelt down next to the spot where the shadow disappeared. A few feet away from the spot Estelle heard a gurgling noise and a slight whisper. Turning over a piece of plywood that had been ripped off the alley wall she saw there a naked woman with several deep cuts on her hands and face. All that the nude woman had on were a particularly sexy pair of high heels and a necklace that reminded Estelle of something. Estelle reached for her phone, but her purse was gone. In fact she realized everything was gone just then or maybe for a while. She couldn’t remember. A couple huddled under a small umbrella walked passed the alley returning to their car for the night. Estelle screamed through the rain, but neither of them turned to look her direction. She ran up behind them and grabbed at the man’s shoulder only to slide around in his insides and out his back. Estelle couldn’t decide if that usually happened or if it were the first time she had felt sinew and tendon weave between her fingers. Satisfied that they would never acknowledge her Estelle ran back through the rain to the nearly dead woman. The plywood was once again leaning against the wall covering the body from view. Estelle thought she might have put it back in her confusion and haste. She flopped the warped piece of wood to the ground, but there was no body. All that was there was a damp piece of paper folded in quarters. Scrawled in recognizable handwriting it read: You were a whore. Never forget that. It was signed with her very own signature and dated yesterday’s date.

Upset and frustrated, Estelle returned to the bar and stood in the doorway. Surveying the room her eyes landed on a familiar woman wearing particularly sexy high heels and the same necklace that adorned the body in the alley. The woman turned and smiled at Estelle, but as Estelle opened her mouth to speak she shattered and all her tiny pieces rolled into the crack she thought she remembered making and it and she were gone. On her way out the familiar woman picked up the damp note and tossed it in a trash-can on the way back to where she parked. Her phone rang, but she didn’t bother to answer because she knew it was for someone else.