A quick kiss in the dark
“A short story is a different thing altogether – a short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger.” – Stephen King
Have you ever?
Have you ever kissed a stranger in the dark?
She sighed, remembering the younger woman she once was. Not all that long ago.
You know my lucky festival sequinned getup, right?
The silver sparkly extravaganza?
The very same.
Well, you know it’s become my festival standard, right? When the sun goes down, the sparkles come out.
Putting it on, it’s like putting on a different persona.
Putting on the shinier, sparklier version of her personality.
And strangely, it worked, it really did.
It gave her licence to do things she never ordinarily would.
To act in ways she wouldn’t dream of.
Well, maybe she would dream, but never act.
But this was like some kind of superpower. A magical cape of invisibility.
More like a magical cape of visibility.
Wearing it, she became more visible.
She always received compliments on it; it opened up conversations.
