by Lori Cramer
August 1985. Another Friday night at the Diamonds & Hearts Club. I’m in my standard gear: fluorescent-pink minidress, neon-yellow tights, purple boots. I come here every weekend, searching for someone to rebel with.
The place is packed with guys. Guys wearing Frankie Says Relax T’s. Guys in studded leather. Guys with multicolored mohawks.
Same old crowd. Boring. Why do I even bother? I check my Swatch. Time to move on.
I’m almost to the exit when I spot him: the most rebellious of them all.
A guy in khakis and a polo shirt.
Lori Cramer’s short prose has appeared in Fictive Dream, Flash Boulevard, The Mersey Review, Scaffold, Splonk, and elsewhere. Her work has been longlisted for the Wigleaf Top 50 and nominated for Best Microfiction and Best of the Net. Links to her writing can be found at https://loricramerfiction.wordpress.com. Bluesky: @loricramerwriter.bsky.social.
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