Eve and I liked to strip in her bedroom, peeling off layers of clothing one by one, seductively. We were six years old, and I’d just seen the movie Flashdance.
No, get your filthy hands off me! Ray, get him outta here!
– is what we would say to the make-believe men that drunkenly grabbed our arses and the make-believe club-owner-with-a-heart-of-gold, as we danced to Shandi Sinnamon’s He’s a Dream. Lauren Aimee Curtis is a writer from Sydney, Australia. Her short fiction has appeared in Going Down Swinging No.35and is forthcoming in Spineless Wonder’s mircofiction and prose poetry anthology, Writing to the Edge.