(100-word flash fiction)
She was hooked the very first time. The music pulsated through her, crackling, drumbeating, laughing, dancing, exploding, just as surely as any drug. How could she resist when adventure called?
Dan, the stable guy, was soon dispatched.
Thirty years later, here they are, quietly sipping tea.
“You wrote a book, I hear.” He breaks a long silence.
She knows he hasn’t read it, but lets it pass.
“You didn’t marry, Dan? What about the kids and family life you wanted?”
“You have five.”
“The stars, they never wanted their kids to carry their name. I gave them yours, Dan Jones.”
Groupies were also called ‘band aids’
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