Coldness of Aphrodite

She was dancing erotically in front of these rascal men whose holding their investment for her vestments to fall, waiting for her preciousness to unveil.

The dim lights added to the heat in that vulgar and toxic room.

But she couldn't feel that heat, all what she could feel was the coldness on her whole system.

"Come on! Remove that fucking clothes!" the old man cursed then he scattered his money and gems on the stage as he was astonish at her expression while performing.

She wasn't paying attention to them because her eyes transfix at the the man on the left side of the bar whose having passionate kiss with a girl.

She felt jealous yet already cold.

That should be her whose kissing the girl who broke her heart.

Because she was once a man.

-- a flash fiction by Colin Cris Celestial

Colin Cris Celestial is an 18-year old writer from Talipan, Pagbilao, Quezon Province.