Thursday by Adam Moorad
He tells her she’s good. She is high and rubbing her thighs with both hands.
He talks in her ear. The music is loud. She cannot hear.
She forgets what he’s talking about and starts singing with the song.
He says something and forgets.
She says, “What?”
He says, “Nothing.”
Adam Moorad’s work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Underground Voices, Titular, Thieves Jargon, and Pear Noir! He lives in Brooklyn and works in publishing. Find him here: http://adamadamadamadamadam.blogspot.com/
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