Josie gives a word prompt every Tuesday, and from there, it's all up to you what you make of it, and there is no time limit for your entry. This week's word is "Lights".
Coming off from a recent 100 word challenge on my last post, I decided to give this week's prompt a try by limiting myself to one hundred words as well.
Be warned. Most of my stories, like this one, tend to get a little dark, just so you know. Enjoy. :-)
The Last Dance
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The lights danced along the edge of the stage, moving with her rythm.
Malcolm took a sip of his drink and smiled. Her full red lips smiled back.
He scanned across the patron audience, mostly forty-somethings aiming for a thrill.
He then spotted the signal, a hooded man with shades nodded his confirmation.
Later, as the song came to its end, she came to him.
"May I have this dance?"
"Absolutely," Malcolm replied.
She swayed before him, her touch intoxicating his senses.
Malcolm breathed in, with only one thought still looming over him: shame this will be her very last dance.