Dash Files

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Love From Afar

Ashlyn

Freak

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“I’m sorry, babe. I wish I could make it to your graduation, but I’m not feeling too hot.” Ashlyn sounded sad and sickly, her words separated by stiff coughs. She was twirling curls of her blonde hair with a slender index finger. There was a wicked crest smile on her face as she scrolled through her Facebook feed on her iPad.

Love From Afar

Troy

Changes

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I can’t believe I grew these things for so long, Troy thought to himself as he stood, head cocked to one side, in front the mirror in the downstairs bathroom of his two story apartment. He held a pair of titanium Clauss scissors with his left hand. Every three seconds or so, there would be a thick snip and a long snake of matted hair would fall into the marble sink below the mirror. Troy was cutting five year-old hair. Dreadlocks, or “locks” as he called them, were a symbol. Although he himself was not Rastafarian, he respected his father’s cultural beliefs. If Troy was to be honest, which he usually was, he would say that the religion of his pops was just another excuse to rebel and smoke pot. This day, however, was the beginning of something new.

Love From Afar

Lauren

Peer Pressure

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The club was large and dark. Music pulsated in rhythmic beats that had dancers heightened to the maximum level of lust. This place made the sweet and innocent shed their morals for a few hours of unadulterated ecstasy as colorful lights and lasers poked holes through the black noise. Bodies, sweaty with the friction of movement, pressed hard against other bodies as fingers groped at exposed flesh and tight clothing. As the disc jockey held up an index finger above his turntables, the crowd responded with a cascading climax of disappointing moans. This was the usual preface regarding the last song of Saturday night. A stream of the insatiable slowly made their way to the bar in hopes of cashing out under budget. A majority of the large crowd headed directly for the exit without saying a word. Others ignored the DJ’s gesture and continued to grind against their dance partners. Lauren, however, made her way to the bathroom.

Episode 51

It's been two years since we started the podcast! We celebrate with stories of holidays, graduations, special guests galore, and a New Year's Eve tale that's just "too philosophical." Stream from our site or download from iTunes!