Gasp
a short story by Tommy Paley
Nov 6 · 5 min read
Her drink, the wine, spilled all over the table.
I was trying not to be jealous.
And I stood there, next to her, both of us watching the liquid slowly dripping down to the floor.
It was mesmerizing.
Hearts beating, loudly, rhythmically, pulsating like at a crowded dance club.

