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I come down hard and my head slams into a step.  Everything goes black and the action stops.  I feel a wave of stars come over me.

The next thing I know, some guy in a dark blue jumpsuit is standing over me shining a flashlight in my eyes.  Someone put a towel underneath my head.  It’s silent.  Margie sits over me.  As the curtains open, I realize I’m moving.  The next thing I’m able to focus upon is the medical gear.  I try to t...

This is the second part of "Marguerite and Me", inspired by Write Anything's [Fiction] Friday.

"Marguerite and Me" Continued

Though I want to run away, something keeps me glued there, in front of her, with her breath baking hard at me.  I’ve never really figured out why it is that I stick around to see the next train wreck in these situations.  We are almost at the front of the line.  Margie smiles at me and plays with my suit coat as if nothing happened a few moments ago.  I’m about to a...

The woman is next to me.  Her hair is up, jet-black, slick.  I wonder how many hair product bottles she used to keep every strand where she wants it.  Maybe she’s a control freak.  I don’t know.  Her red dress reveals half of her back.  It’s a nice back.  I can tell she’s spent a lot of time working on it.  She probably has a trainer....