The Vision She Hid
The hinges creaked in protest—maybe they, too, were tired of this charade.
The ballroom was empty, too quiet, and newly done. The slight scent of wood and fresh paint still lingered. The floor was waxed to a high shine, begging for something expensive to shatter across it. Gold-framed mirrors lined the far wall like watchful witnesses. An amplifier sat in the corner, purring low jazz like a cat in a sunny spot.
I stepped in, blind girl shuffle on full display. Three steps, pause, hand out, feel for danger. In truth, I was scanning that state of the art ballet studio for viable escape routes.
Hot Chapters