Fantasies and Nightmares
A cavernous festival raged beyond the door at her feet. Just like every other night. It didn’t bug her so much anymore. The dim light masked what might be seen otherwise. No one cared if you felt broken. No one cared that they themselves might be broken. For those few hours, everything was a blur. And that was okay. A friend had gotten her into this line of work. Well, a friend of a friend. It was good money. Easy money. Free drinks. Good exercise. Better than working at a gas station, and...