It’s time for this week’s Song Title Challenge.
Write a short piece of fiction, around 300 words, using the song title as your story title but don’t listen to the song. You can pick your own genre or use the one suggested to me. Remember to link back to this post so I can find yours.
This week’s song is People Are Still Having Sex by LaTour and the genre is Action. Thanks to bumblepuppies for the suggestion.
People Are Still Having Sex
I see him duck through a doorway just as I round the corner. I rush after him. The door is unlocked. I edge it open, afraid of an ambush.
I find myself in a small anteroom. I can hear music playing from behind the double doors ahead of me. There’s a selection of masks on a table to my right. I put one on and enter, slipping my .38 into my coat pocket.
It takes me a moment to process what I see. It feels like I’ve walked into a scene from Eyes Wide Shut. You know the one I’m talking about.
I slowly move around the room, scanning the masked faces. He’s in here. I can feel him.
As I pass the bar something tells me to duck. A crystal flask containing some expensive spirit shatters behind me. I didn’t hear a shot. Damn. He must have a silencer.
A door slams upstairs. It has to be him. I run for the stairs, jumping over the entwined bodies on the floor. People are still having sex. They didn’t even notice the flask exploding. Nor a man jumping over them with a revolver in his hand. The watchers on the gallery also ignore me as I brush past them.
A dark corridor with doors on either side exits off the gallery. I try one door after another. Locked. At the second to last the handle turns. I press my back against the wall and push open the door. No reaction. He’s waiting for me to come to him. It’s dark enough that he won’t see my outline in the doorway, but I crouch low before I peer around the frame, just in case.
Something hits me hard on the back of the head and everything goes black…
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