Dancing Woman Swamp was almost empty that night. A few people were sitting alone on the couches, or reading a book and smoking a cigarette while enjoying coffee or a nice glass of red wine. I could see the tips light up orange in the dim room as the tobacco burnt silently. I thought about walking up to one of them and asking for a smoke.More Like This
A woman was dancing clumsily beneath the red spotlights near the stage with a glass in her hand. She was lifting her other skinny arm over her head in a waving motion, in sync with the rhythm of the soft saxophone, then she ran it down her body, snaking it provocatively along her yellow dress. The poorly bleached hair at the top of her head, stood up, shining ominously and giving her a sickening aurora.
She looked well into her forties but I could tell she had a nice face, although it looked tired and worn out because of the alcohol. Her sorrowful expression suddenly changed as the saxophone became louder, the tempo faster, bringi