Second Chance

Geale found himself standing in the middle of a dancing crowd. The familiar beats and hazy flickering lights told him he was in the Crescent Moon Festival, swaying along with the intoxicated youth gyrating next to him.

He slowly took a step forward, the sand crunching underneath his bare feet. He wasn't sure where he was headed. He just knew that he had to leave. He ignored the warm, naked bodies brushing against his skin as he squeezed through the crowd. He barely registered the hands that brushed across his arms and chest in an attempt to stop him. His eyes was fixed at whatever was beyond the people he once easily fell for and flirted with.

Geale reached a break in the crowd and found a familiar beach house at the end of the path. He walked inside and found only tables and chairs facing an empty stage.