A Siren's Last Song by Tsering Asha Leba

Prompt: moves like moonlight

They were demolishing the rink and all I could think about were my shorts riding too high up my crack. I yanked at the seam then pushed through the tinsel curtains to my waiting fans.

My life wasn’t a feel-good film. Roller skating didn’t pay the bills. It was my siren song. Sung soft, but proud, in the shadows of my small town. A place where the only skaters afforded respect were men on ice with long sticks and little pucks. 

​I glided, waving my arms as I twirled for the roaring crowd at Diva’s Disco Roller House. I’d skated here for 

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