Uncomfortable gazes were quickly broken whenever their eyes locked even for an instant, which was as close as either would approach the other. Conversations were clipped and to the point, leaving no room for elaboration or further chaining into a real encounter. One would come close, the other would break away into the safety of the clouds and crowds. A waltz that told the world of their brazen actions, but would simply tease the dancers with the faint hopes of more, less, all and nothing.
Such was the price of one night, in all its perfection and comfort.
My entry for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin, and a direct continuation from the week’s 100 Word Challenge titled ‘Weak Spot’. In moments like this, we’d trade the world for a commercial break.
I hope you all enjoy!