Lake Lewisia #556

[scrubjayspeaks]

They sidled up to the telephone pole, trying to look casual, trying to look like nothing at all like always. Bright stripes of color and strange silhouettes and words that just hinted at something more below a veneer of normalcy--the poster stapled there was the perfect mix of familiar secrecy and terrifying boldness, a lure that seemed made just for them. The transgressive thrill of even looking at an advertisement for a concert, one that promised moving bodies and siren voices and something, something more that echoed the itch under their skin, bloomed into the tiny rebellion of vowing to get there somehow.

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LL#556