Everything’s going to go fine—stop worrying.
She dipped a chip into salsa & took a bite while the rapid sounds o’ shaking rain filled the room.
“¿Care to dance, Madame?”
She looked up with a start to see a man dressed in indigo hold a hand out.
Quit panicking. Everything’ll go fine.
She took his hand & they danced the shoe stain, stomping their feet @ steep left & right angles repeatedly.
They stopped when the music slowed, her panting & sweating.
“I think… I’ll need a break.”
“No problem, Madame.”
That was when she saw him smile.
Her eyes widened as she spotted the dimple just @ the edge.
“Madame, it seems you’re bleeding. I think you may need to see a doctor.”
She glanced to her sleeveless arm & saw a gouge leaking blood.
She could recognize the bramble needle sticking out from kilometers ‘way.