Excerpted from THE PROTEST, #2

The dancer twirled, whisked off the filmy wrap covering her shoulders and drew it under Dallas’ chin, enveloping them all in a dizzying haze of perfume. Her jeweled bodice heaved in a controlled slow motion, finger cymbals grew faster, shimmying blurred, until the dance abruptly ended.

Louise gazed at the audience, staring openly in knots of appreciation.

“Yessir,” she said softly to Jane and Dallas, “like walkin’ through a field of waving penises.”

Field of Waving Penises Photo


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