Title: Goth To A Flame
Word: ululate
Challenger: Lauren Laverne
Length: 200 words exactly
It may have been hearing him ululate that first attracted her to the club, but it was the music that kept her coming back. And when he left, it was the music that kept her there.
It was the music that always pulled her inside, only the music; through the dark narrow lobby, past the strange smells and the stranger looks of those waiting to check in their coats. It was the music, always the music.
Her eyes adjusted to the dark of the cavernous room, suddenly and viciously interrupted by flashes of neon and slashes of white, glaring in the ultra-violet. And then it was the music that propelled her forward through the mass of people, simultaneously both ignoring them and hating their presence until a familiar realisation – it was the music that called to them as well. And then they were sisters, brothers, family.
Then the music left and she realised she’d never really liked her family anyway.
And then she too drifted away, feeling dumped back into the drudgery of humanity.
Until next Saturday, next week, next time the radio played. And then life and the music would call her back once again.
Calling her home.
© Lee Barnett, 2013
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