“Where’s the bar at?” the man sitting next to her asked, still clutching a dirty martini behind his hairy knuckles.
“There, by the dance floor,” she replied.
And then it was just me and her, sitting unexpectedly next to each other.
We watched the couples drift from table to table, sampling a compliment here, a juicy morsel of gossip there.
“The Brownian motion of the social animal,” she said, more or less to herself.
I looked up, startled.
“It’s all an algorithm, don’t you see,” she said, and smiled at me. “Care for a dance?”
This week was an exciting week! I discovered that I am no longer immune to poison ivy, and that my research project will actually lead to a paper. You gain some, you lose some. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: