Smoking Eyes (After the Dance)

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Those girls. people used to say,
believe
they can do whatever they want and
always get away with it."

(Save Me the Last Waltz, Zelda Fitzgerald)

[...] The room is filled with smoke, a soft melody playing in the background, pearl strembling on evening dresses. The outlines are blurred, like certain memories. The music persists, but politely, almost indifferent. Laughter, the sound of heels, of glasses, of indistinct voices. Hints of people taking shape.

One stops beside a mirror, but doesn't look at herself. Instead, she adiusts a necklace. She's distracted, her thoughts drifting back to the day, to that nothing that somehow fell into place. [...]