They End Up [_____] by Randall Brown

They bumped into each other at writer conferences —Atlanta, Chicago, New York, Denver. This last time, on the dance floor, bodies twisted in ways only writers might imagine; the both stood on the edge, agape.
The writers on the dance floor tried and failed, again and again, to keep beat with “Superstition.”
“If only Stevie could see this,” she said.

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