The Dancer

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The night I met Jessie she was beautiful. She swayed to the almost intolerably loud music as if her bones were made of it. She was something unknown. I remember the sharp cut of her hair had run across her cheek, parallel to her carved-out cheekbone. It looked like a wig, I wanted to touch it. I wanted to touch her, and see if she felt like plastic. Who could ever believe that someone so perfect could be so real. I regret that. I regret doubting her reality.

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Eventually she bought me a drink; she called it an Appleté but trapped in the pulsating fuchsia lights of the club it looked purple. It tasted like jealousy; sour and eye watering. When I told her this she laughed a little, apparently she'd heard that one before. I drank it anyway. I wanted to slot into my assigned role in her fantastical world. 

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We talked a little. She served other men drinks. The ones in the shadows could have been my reflection. It was confusing. There were mirrors and doorways, shadows and lights.. after a few Appleté's I wasn't sure where I began and the club ended any more. The lights occasionally threw an aqua seizure and when this happened I had to close my eyes, offended by the assault on my senses.

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Although I did not notice the smell of the club there must have been one, perhaps that strong scent of pheromonic goodnights. When I think of her now I imagine her in a world that smelt like husbands sadly going home to their wives. At the time, however, I was lost in other senses, to the point that when I closed my eyes at a wave of teal I didn't know she was in front of me until she put her hand on my cheek. I jumped.

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I remember that night so vividly. The colours are brighter in my memory than they were in reality. When I returned there a few months later, when they reopened the club, the lights seemed duller. I am not sure if my memory made them seem brighter that first time or if she did. I will never know.

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We never had sex. In fact, apart from the side of her thumb touching my cheek we never touched. We talked- no, shouted- over the music and she smiled. She smiled, and that was all, yet somehow my heart felt frenzied with possibilities. I think that that is what these women really sold us. The possibility of change. The hope of a different course for our lives than the one we had stumbled down so far. Jessie definitely taught me that you could change your life in a night, that you could never predict what would happen, and that you should chase happiness when it calls you.

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It wasn't Jessie, however, who made my life so different after that night. In the end it was Simon, a man I never met. The man responsible for bludgeoning Jessie to death in an alleyway behind the club that night. The man responsible for my rude awakening from my life. I had walked round a corner with a scrawled note promising pleasure, and found myself immersed in red. Thick congealing chunks of an illusion splattered against black brickwork. Reality. The night I met Jessie she was beautiful.





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