This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.
It was to be a fun night with friends. Fernando, Riccardo, Sweet Rodriguez, all together for one fantastic evening.
Dancing in the freedom of the nightclub with our partners. The club absolutely vibrated with energy. Everyone close. Everyone happy. Everyone safe in their shared joy of being together.
The loud beat of the recorded music made us deaf to anything else.
Then Fernando fell at my feet, blood rushing from a gaping hole in his neck.
“Shooter!” I hear someone yell. I turned and saw him in the shadows.
The strobe light shattered like fireworks on the 4th of July.