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Elva twirled around in a graceful circle, her loose dirty white dress flowing around her. In her mind she heard an orchestra reaching the crescendoing climax of a magnificent piece of music. She spun and jumped and landed on a graceful toe, then twirled some more and jumped again. A giggle escaped her parted lips, but she didn't stop her intricate dance.
The ballroom was deserted, but she was having fun by herself. When the dances were held here it was too full of people, all jostling into each other and breathing the same air. Unhealthy is what it was. And so much drama. Interesting when she was in the mood for a little anit-matchmaker or pin the crime on the lame-o, but not when she really wanted to dance.
Myrna's thin arms swung up in a graceful arc and then down again as she paused in her prancing. Eyes closed, she was totally immersed in her own little world. The music played dramatically in her head and she imagined a story to go along with it. This one was about a man who inadvertently caused the death of his true love and child. She imagined that she was dancing in the rain, cold drops splattering on her face and soaking her dress, skin burning warm against the chill.
@Toska