By Tim Boiteau
The wallflower had no red cup in her hand.
“What you need is a beer,” a partygoer shouted over the pounding bass, fuming thousands of microbes over her face with his heady breath.
Though she wanted to say no, the microscopic flora were already easing into her nerves, telling her that, yes, a beer (or ten) would make the night glow.
An hour later she had reached the point of oblivion, and in the early hours of the morning, with the first rays of dawn, the party began to spread, ramping up in earnest.
The beer, after all, needed more humans.
Love that surprising last line.
Especially enjoyed the first and last lines. Good stuff.
Loved the invention in the title. And I agree with Ramona Taylor good job on the first and last lines.
Yes, great opening line. Terrific piece.
Loved this story – Thank you!