This creature strikes me.
Her floral maxi dress flutters to her every movement. She lets her unrestrained moves carry her, almost to the point of oblivion. It seems as though nothing could stop this dancing contradiction – definitely not the stares from those clad in mini-dresses and mascara.
Perhaps it is her ostensible innocence; or the fact that her aura evokes nothing but feelings of sunshine and butterflies; or simply because she is clearly not part of the ‘hopped-up’ theme every other person appears to have adhered to.
I am drawn to her.
I approach her with a silly smile and light sticks as offerings. The whites of her teeth reflect the colours of the lights as she takes them from me. She extends them above her head and waves them to the beat.
“Cops!” someone screams.
I take her hand in mine and we run out of this abandoned house.
Written in response to Amelia's 150-word story challenge.