Light as a Feather

two light skinned women in the 1940s dancing

She’d played light as a feather stiff as a board as a kid at slumber parties with other girls. She recalled the giggling and nervous hands under her shoulders and legs. She’d forgotten about the game, until a reunion night out with her college friends.

She hadn’t caught who’d brought, the beautifully butch, Cici. She’d caught Cici’s gaze on her more than once that night, and when their fingers brushed as they each reached for their drinks, she felt the electricity between them.

Much later, she closed her eyes, feeling the frisson from Cici’s touch lifting her from the ground.

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