SHORT STORY

Dirty

One taste is never enough

Sherry McGuinn
5 min readNov 29, 2021

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I look around the dark bar, expectant. My body tingles in anticipation of what’s to come. Or, what I hope will come. Early on I learned that nothing is certain. Nothing and no one.

I rub my bare arms which are covered in goosebumps. Why did I wear this sleeveless dress? And why hadn’t I thought to bring a cardigan?

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Sherry McGuinn

Long-time writer and big-time dreamer. Screenwriter. Cat mama. Red lip aficionado. sherrymcguinn@gmail.com