No Gravity

by Kyle Hemmings

At the club, Arctic Heist, my friend Kim buys me another Split Lip with lime. He’s an ex-classical pianist who lost his fondness for minor scales. On the dance floor, he tries to save me from my wild techno-inspired spins. But I never fall all the way. Three drinks later, I tell him that I have recurring dreams of mounting a horse on the wrong end. "Who’s watching?" he says.

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Kyle Hemmings has been published in Unbroken Journal, Sonic Boom, and elsewhere. He loves 50s sci-fi movies.