January 2011
3 posts
Maggie was in the centre of the dance floor. She paced through groups of people, as though in a unfathomable trance, the lids of her eyes placidly covering the empty bottle green, almond-shaped eyes. One foot chased the other in a spiraling course as she walked among young, underage girls clothed as though they had dressed in a deep pool of glitter and desire. And wandered as though she could not...
