by MerriMayhem
This is possibly the only use of the first person perspective, with absoulutely no names and the unrelenting run-on sentance structure, that I can say added to my enjoyment of the story. It made me feel like I was the there. Of course, that was back in the 80's, the club was in Manhattan, on 14th street and the room that SHE took me to was in a loft. Interesting work.
I loved your story. It's beautifully written and captures perfectly the was that love overpowers every other feeling and sensation.
Wanda
Can you write! Oh, how I enjoyed this! This is an extraordinarily accomplished piece, in a kind of stream-of-consciousness style that requires great skill to handle without loss of impact. Stunningly good. I loved this story.
A voyage where I've never been of course, but you took me there. I was a bit distracted by the emboldened words, quite unneccesary for me. Your writing doesn't need that to convey your meaning.
Ach, and I'm just a poor male.....