October 2008
9 posts
That was one Peep too many.
Involuntary Theatre
“You dance. We weren’t sure if you did or not.”
He said it like he was a zoologist and she was some elusive creature. One caged by a booth and a table and a group of friends. Who sipped her alcohol slow, and laughed, and yelled, and smiled. She hadn’t known she was being watched, observed, studied, and theorized. But that’s what it was like sometimes. Being a pretty...