Nanofiction: Infra City

When you told me about dancing to Crazy in Love, I thought for some reason about watching 1 Thing in Stockholm, that summery Friday morning, on the most comfortable hotel bed I've ever slept in. And I thought about the bing bong and the click clack of heels. And I thought about the skirt that you were wearing that night in December. And I think about whether, when we're next at a gig, you'll lean your body into me, and I'll wrap my arms around your waist, and we'll carry on where we left off that August night a year ago. And I thought of where we would go. To that bed in the Infra City, where the white of your skin would get lost on the white of the sheets.