dance with mortality
By benafim
Dance with Mortality Salvesen expired on the smooth dance floor of a posh restaurant doing the tango, very fast, not a good idea considering his dodgy heart. A half smile wide open eyes, women moved away didn’t want dead eyes looking up their skirts. Sober men carried him into an ambulance, flashing light casting a blue spell upon pale faces. After a brief but heavy silence the manager knocked on the microphone, told us that Salvesen wasn’t dead. We knew otherwise but pretended to believe him. The band struck up and we danced. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 07:25 AM PST 0 • 10
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