He felt like he was drowning in a sea of perfume and sweat and alcohol. Perspiration, as well as seduction, oozed out of the majority's pores, staining their outfit. The dance floor was like a pot of human hands and heads, all moaning and screaming while the DJ's music stirred their blood and set their veins ablaze. It was difficult to identify a single individual, singularity didn't seem to exist. In its place was a collective moving block reeking of desperation and seeking to forget.
As he watched the jumbled mass of writhing bodies he noticed that slowly but surely the mass of people seemed to be creating a sort of a clearing where no one save one dancer was there.
He watched that lone dancer entranced. As an author people watching and understanding their mood was not only a favourite past time of his but also the secret to his popular characters. And from what he could tell this dancer was an exception.
She was wearing black leather shorts, a fitted leather jacket over a white tank top and black ankle boots. Her hair looked as though when creating her the Creator had captured fire and threaded it into hair. Her eyes were like two big emeralds that seemed to have captured all the light in the room. His eyes kept on straying over there as though pulled. As he wondered more he finally hit upon the reason for it. Usually people in clubs danced either to seduce or to forget, to escape from their normal humdrum lives but not her. She was dancing just for her, not to attract attention or to become someone else, but to have fun and if others were watching well .....let them.
He had closed his eyes to mull over it and now his nose was assaulted by the best scent ever. It wasn't artificial or cloying like most others instead it was fresh and herbal and....nice. If both thorns and roses had a smell this would be it. It was sweet and spicy. It was euphoria.
He opened his eyes to investigate only to see a fiery red mane disappear.
She was gone.
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Perfection
Mystery / ThrillerEveryone knew her yet no one knew her completely. Everyone had heard her but few had spoken to her. Everyone wanted to be her or be with her for there was something about her. Something called perfection. Watch as a successful author, Hue Dalton, ge...
