Fiction
Paramus
is Burningby Josh Pachter
The woman in the high-slit green dress strutted as if she owned not only the runway but the Ciccone Theatre itself, and the entire city of Paramus that lay just to the east.
She was very tall, six-foot three in her stiletto heels, an even six feet without them. Her low-cut sequined gown was the color of emeralds and glittered beneath the rotating disco ball. Her elbow-length gloves were pearly white, her eyes were sapphires, her lips ruby red, her hair a pale citrine, her skin had the silky luster of a tiger’s eye.
As she strode down the runway to Jade Elektra and Midnight Society’s “How Do I Look,” her hands were in constant motion, framing her face in the stylized poses known as voguing. “All right, darlings, it’s about that time,” Jade Elek
