meg bratton

As he walked through the mahogany doors and entered the hall, the glitter ball spun, winking its thousand of eyes. The couples who were entwined within each other, like furious hissing snakes knotted together in a passionate embrace, hopped and skipped on the newly-waxed dance floor. The vicious whirling of the many colours from the twirling of the feminine skirts showed the fast pace of the Jitterbug that raced round the room. The smiling faces and the magical glints in the eyes of the joyful pairs, the curvaceous figures of the women and the smart, slick uniforms of the men, were all captured in a mesmerized onlooker's eyes.