A Quiet Night

At the Pussycat Lounge

Mark Kelly
Nov 6 · 5 min read
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

It’s looking to be a quiet night at the Pussycat Lounge.

I’m half-inclined to turn round and walk out again when I see that none of my favorite girls is dancing tonight. No Amber, No Ani, not even German Christina, who thinks I like her more than I really do.

What stops me is the thought, what else do I do? It’s bitterly cold outside, far too…

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Mark Kelly

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Ancient ex-programmer (ask me about Cobol) with a 12-year-old daughter (ask me about TikTok). Rebooting the writing habit after too long on the bench.

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