The Build-Up to Clarity
For 'The Road Drops Here' Challenge
I put down my empty glass
and head back to the dance floor.
***
We’ve been dancing for hours
in the hot, sticky nightclub.
***
Sweaty bodies
pressed against each other.
***
Soft, slow melody starting to rise.
***
He’s standing next to me,
arms in the air.
***
Feet moving to the beat.
***
I’m still savouring that
sneaky kiss
we had at the bar.
***
Tempo building.
***
Eyes closed,
the sour taste of vodka
lingers in my mouth.
***
Rhythm escalating.
Strobe lighting hits my eyes.
***
Anticipation surging.
***
Breathless.
Music pumping.
Tension rising.
***
Waiting for the beat to drop,
I turn to him.
***
Looking into his
steely grey eyes,
I see a trickle of sweat
drip down his cheek.
***
I realise
we’re more than just
drinking and dancing.
***
This guy
might be
my safe place,
my missing piece.
***
The dance floor goes crazy
as the beat drops.
About the Creator
Sandy Gillman
I’m a mum to a toddler, just trying to get through the day. I like to write about the ups and downs of parenting. I hope you’ll find something here to laugh, relate to, and maybe even learn from. Author of Whispers in Your Mind
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