It's my party

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Flash Fiction Fun
What if you attended a party and out of the blue, learned an awful truth....

Submitted: August 12, 2017

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I was all alone, sitting in the corner of the room, in complete darkness,  with thoughts of impending doom, feeling trapped in this horrible existence. I was depressed and sad, but mostly scared because something was taken away from me that I took for granted  - my freedom....

The party was in full swing. There was at least 100 people in the room, which was a large bar lounge with leather couches and bistro tables  with freshly finished wooden stools and several wall paintings. The room, filled with audible laughter and chatter, was alive and vibrant,  the guests dressed in their finest attire; many of the women  in black knee high cocktail dresses and six inch pumps,  the men, looking equally elegant in their silk shirts, dressy slacks and shiny loafers.

The dance floor was packed to capacity, with strobe lights at every corner of the room , keeping up with the rhythm of the music, which  was loud  and electrifying! The  Bar itself was plagued with huge line ups, wine glasses being refilled, beer bottles being opened and the bartenders working tirelessly to keep the crowd happy. There were  go go dancers on a small stage in the back of the room,  the bouncers at the front checking in more patrons - others making their way to  meet and greet......it was a party to end all parties, a lively event that put a smile on my face, feeling every bit content of what was a glorious evening.

I then looked around the room once more and all of a sudden, I saw nothing! There was no bar, no dance floor, no go go dancers, no loud music and no people, but complete silence. Tears were streaming down my face, the muscles in my cheeks cold as ice. The room was dark....I was scared, sad and above all, alone.....

Today is my Birthday and.....

Sitting in a jail cell with a party hat on my head, a dim flashing light above, my radio playing in the corner, a stool beside my night stand and a plastic "beer mug ", is as real as it gets....



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