Curiosity takes me to the lost shoe
Karina smoothed out the folds on her skirt and looked up with that quirky little half smile. She was pleased with herself, more than pleased actually, as she had never won a dancing competition. Her partner, Javier, had performed well, and together they had created something extraordinary, or so said the judges.
She sat at the back of the bar, smoke winding up from the ashtray beside her, and wiped a tear from her cheek; the rouge coming off onto her finger. How was she going to tell Javier that she had to give this all up? She quickly drank her third martini, the gin giving her a little buzz but adding to her apprehension.
Jumping to her feet, her favourite song being played, she grabbed Javier’s hand and the music took her into swirling dizziness.
At the end of the song, she bowed slightly to Javier and ran from the bar. Her bed was a welcome refuge and she fell into it fully clothed, one bare foot seeking warmth under a thin blanket.