Last Dance: My honorable mentionable story

As I may have mentioned before, I got an honorable mention in the local paper’s short story contest. The link to it is below, and of course, please stop by and read the rest of the winners.

Any resemblance to Catholic Youth Conferences I attended is, of course, entirely coincidental.

My story is here (the first paragraph is below); you may read the rest of the stories here.

The mixed crowd of the state youth conference danced and wound through themselves while I fought my way outside. After I uttered the last unheard excuse me, I was finally out of the makeshift dance hall. I savored the outside smell, the feel of the slight breeze through my t-shirt. The streetlight over the counselor’s parking lot shone a brilliant blue. The chow hall door closed behind me. I had made it out. I had escaped from the noise, the chaos, and the bodies. I had escaped from the polite and final “No, thank you.”

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