"Five more minutes," she murmured to herself.
The clock was ticking with every shoulder that bumped into hers. The smell of liquor and cigarette smoke ran through her nostrils reluctantly as she tried to push through the crowd. Bright light pierced the noisy night and painted facets of countless faces in the dark painting. Shrill music pounded in her ears.
"5 minutes," she repeated.
Her voice disappeared in the thunder of celebration. She took in her surrounding but no one seemed familiar. With a frown to her brows she tried to remember how she got here. She had only gone to the toilet quickly, barely worth mentioning, because her bladder was squeezing from all those martinis and other intoxicating liquids that were now clearly shooting through her head like small fireworks in bright colours.
She was only gone for a second, not even a few moments. But perhaps that was not true. Pursue the sense of time and space in the ecstatic night. But it couldn't have been that long, she was sure of that.
"Hey, we've been looking for you everywhere," a piercing voice stabbed through her ear.
The petite figure of the young woman moved aesthetically in the limelight of music. She recognized the woman's dark red dress immediately. She had helped zip it up carefully not too long ago, remembering the cold mental between her fingertips.
"Did you see her?" she yelled back. She only had 5 minutes. Probably less. She wasn't sure. 5 minutes but still no sign of her fiery eyes in the thick smoke.
The young woman shook her head and moved gracefully among the aphrodisiac shadows.
"I have to find her, I only have 5 minutes."
The moonlight shone majestically through the large window facades to the DJ's booth.
Finally she could see the first pale features. The tender redness on the damp cheeks. The tousled hair from all these uninhibited and liberated movements. She almost wanted to give in to the gravity of the dance as she remembered the time. 5 minutes.
Champagne, she assumed.
The bubbly substance floated in the glasses of the guests. She could already feel the sweet tingle on her tongue.
Champagne? She knew what that meant.
A loud countdown echoed through the room until everyone raised their glasses. It happened so quickly and she didn't make it.
It was New Years and she was still searching.
Suddenly pale soft lips settled on hers, her all too familiar but exciting taste humming through her blurred senses just as she was about to continue her quest.
It took her 6 minutes.
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Girls love Girls Short Story Collection
Short StoryThis is a collection of short stories that I have written and would like to share. They all consist of different topics and periods of time. Some are more modern placed, some gothic themed or historical. Each chapter is a new story, some might stre...
