Memories of Love
A Death walks through short story
By Lisa Williamson
Published by Lisa Williamson at Smashwords
Copyright 2013 Lisa Williamson
Sitting at the bar I watched her walk in. The smoky room seemed to grow still as if everyone for just a moment were holding their breath. She looked about and the low lights caught in her hair, glimmering and bringing about a shine to the soft curls that brushed her shoulders. The moment did not last though. She spotted someone across the room and after a breath she moved across the crowded floor to a table at the back of the room.
The dress she wore hugged curves that were truly dangerous and it dipped down in the front to show a generous slice of cleavage. The quick flash of her soft breasts took my breath away, like it always had. I slid off the bar stool and made my silent way toward that table. It wasn't an easy path. The dancers were involved in their own little worlds, gyrating to the beat of an old song that I should know better than I did. The words plucked at memories that were foggy.
I pushed past those self-centered people but it was hard. As if they just did not recognize me, even as if they just did not see me. It was my club and they should be moving to the side, clearing a path for me but not tonight. Instead I worked my way across the floor, slipping around and between dancers as I did. Some of them seemed to get right up in my face but the look in their eyes had me puzzled. Didn't they see me?
Finally I got across the room and I could hear the conversation at her table. The words did not really matter but the look on her face did. She looked sad, sitting there surrounded by her friends. Cathy was on her right and Julie on her left. I could see that they were trying to get her to have a sip of the wine they put in front of her but she was just playing with the glass.