Who Do You See When You Look in The Mirror?

When I look in the mirror, I see a privileged young woman born into a vessel that happens to be white. I stare at my Italian skin, bronzed shoulders, and freckled face, as I wonder how different my…

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Poppy acted as ‘guide’ because we were staying in her family’s apartment, she’d spent several previous holidays here. For all three girls it was our first holiday without adults. But it was my first holiday abroad so, although I was trying for cool and sophisticated, in reality I felt wide-eyed the whole time.

I had only been to three clubs in my last year at school, here we averaged three clubs a night. Sexist maybe, but females had free admittance, often with first drink ‘gratis’. Tickets were handed by good looking PR people in the commercial centre where we shopped for groceries. The clubs wanted to be populated with girls; our gang’s age ranged from Poppy’s 18 to Kerry’s 21.

He had pursued me determinedly since we first arrived at the resort. He worked at the Pink Flamingo, the club on the hill, with a rocky location which made it the beacon of the resort. Most people ended the night there. We began our drinking at the apartment, then progressed to dancing in clubs and bars dotted around the centre of town.

His cousin Marco was tall, dark and rather flashy. His type made me nervous, but my friend Poppy was hot for Marco, grading him off limits. He was quieter than Marco (his English wasn’t so good). I sensed him watching intently, before he made a beeline for us girls when we entered the club. He sat by me, the smoldering heat from his leg was pressed against mine. I was conscious of his gaze; it raked over my body, which already tingled from the day’s sunbathing.

My friends would nudge me whenever he came over, I enured a lot of teasing about the smouldering looks he gave me. They would give us space when we sat or stood together.

“This song’s my favourite,” I told him one night.

After that, he ensured it was played soon after I walked into the club. I was flattered by his attention, but confused how to deal with it.

We girls were dancing together, as we did most nights. All the best music came from the UK; we knew all the songs and were singing as we danced. Marco came over — peacocking around us, in trousers that were obscenely tight. On…

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