Frankie Lane

The Club

The air was smoky and the lights were very dim as I passed a group of maybe five guys sitting at a table. I practically had to squint to make out where I was going. I felt their eyes on me as I swung into the ladies washroom. I stopped to check my reflection in the mirror, my friend was right, the contact lenses certainly did allow my big brown eyes to be seen better. I couldn't believe the person looking back was me. What a difference from a year ago.