I disentangled myself from her and pleaded with her, the blue of my eyes reflecting in her pupils. Where had this robbed time gone?
"And my name?" She looked at me incredulously.
"Your name is Ash." She hunched up regarding me sidelong. "You're the DJ at Mojito discotheque, you honestly don't remember?"
Robbed Time - Freewrite (part 3) - Prompt: Ash
Memory sluiced against the walls of my consciousness, eroding my synapses and seeping through the cracks.
A record span around the turntable as the music thumped the pumping beat of the funky house that I always used to bring the crowd to a peak. The music built to a crescendo as I twisted my lips in that grimace of pure unleashed endorphins, my eyes raging at the sky as the lasers split the night into two halves.
Time slowed as my hands automatically pulled the record back while twitching the crossfader. One half of the crowd seemed to be dancing hyper-speed as the beat slowed up. The other half stuttering as I pulled the music back up to breakneck, finally catching up to the other half of the room.
Red smoke spat from the smoke machines below my booth and I watched tendril fingers reach out into the crowd and caress dancers to the rhythm of the music. Each finger of smoke an extension of my consciousness as I shuddered in pleasure and the acid worked its way through this time-lapse. Everything halted in a perfect moment of stillness, empty of intention, timeless. My perception looped in endless beats of swelling light then the music washed into my mind like gentle waves over sand at the tide-line.
To be continued...
