Dancing

Two People

Of the four people on the dance floor, two looked bored, one looked so drunk she might not know she was on a dance floor.

The fourth person spun his wheelchair, the metallic flames painted on it ricocheting the colored lights off the mirror behind the bar.

Janice Reilly knew she was failing at not staring.

She motioned the bartender over.

" Goom, you know the wheelchair guy?"

"Bradley. Pretty cool dude. Wheelchair is a little too customized for me, but other than that…"

Janice let the last comment drift without responding.

Bradley.

A button pressed inside her without her permission.

She was on a mission.

Wandering, or pretending to wander onto the dance floor, she made her way to Bradley.

"May I dance with you?"

The man in the wheelchair looked up.His steel blue eyes just about snapped the elastic on her underwear.

"I'd prefer you didn't get too close."

"Excuse me?" Janice said, instantly angry.