by Shelley Pryde | Jul 23, 2026 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2026
Into Bits It was barely 10 p.m., and Lane had just broken a Black Label all over the dance floor. It wasn’t her fault, really. She’d been pushing past a gaggle of glimmering twinks to get behind the DJ booth when one of their bony elbows jutted out and jabbed her...
