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She smiled and twirled and twirled. Her laughter filled the room as she heard the crowd cheer. She mimed a courtsey and waved to her admirers. She turned and stared at this woman and pitied her. Greasy, tangled nest of hair over a thin, gaunt face slimed with makeup. She affectionatrly patted her gown, the woman mimicked her. She laughed at how ridiculous the woman looked but oh, what a beautiful gown.
He stopped. Pressed against the window glass he could see a little face break into a toothless grin. He dragged his hands through his hair, then cupped them over his eyes. The world turned black as he felt the sun's heat against his back, and he knew nothing would be the same again.
A woman sits against the wall facing a small coffee table. Her face is blank, but skin is worn and beaten. She stares at a little glass elephant on the centre of the table, her purplely-bruised eye hidden behind a trail of blue smoke from her cigarette.