Spiked
Maggie was confused and alone. Everything around her was spinning. Steam rose from the pavement across the street. Halos formed around the streetlights and they pulsed in her sight. They were a curious design. Copied from a 19 th century photograph, they became a symbol for a developer’s dream, to turn this former steel mill into a bustling urban center. It took 18 years, and the first two buildings opened to great fanfare. The scene looked like the stage set for “Rent”. But to Maggie, it had become a nightmare. She was slumped against the apartment building. All she could remember was dancing with that spiky red haired chick disco in Buckhead. The one that looked like it had been imported from ....Brazil.....she guessed. Loud music and perfumed bodies surrounded her as the music pulsed and throbbed. Boys as girls and girls as boys jumping and bumping with the beat. Was...