Droplets from the Inkwell

Twitter Scribbles: Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Today's Twitter Scribbles focused on dancing or being at a bar or club:

I watched him as he danced, his body swaying to the rhythm. His eyes met mine and his lips parted in a welcoming smile. I walked toward him.

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I sat at the bar, sipping a Long Island Iced tea. I glanced across the room and saw a brown-haired man in a sweater vest smiling at me.

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He took the lead and we flitted across the ballroom floor. I matched his steps, mesmerized by his closeness and the fluid motions.

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She stepped in time to the fiddle, smiling broadly as she enjoyed the dance. Her current partner swung her around. She laughed in delight.

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We danced together on the crowded floor as the speakers boomed out electronic music. Someone bumped me, pushing me into him. We smiled.

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I walked in and was immediately overwhelmed. Men were everywhere. Men in suits. Fraternity brothers in letters. Glitter-covered flamers.

JarredH

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