The Faerie Tale (An Excerpt)

​

They approached the dance floor finally after many interrupting introductions.   Ian was scanning his surroundings looking for the ideal dance partner when he was stopped cold in his tracks.  Taylor turned because he didn’t understand why Ian had suddenly frozen.  Then he followed Ian’s line of sight, and registered the distraction.  Certainly it would have distracted anyone.  There was before them an incredible sight; golden and ravishing, body perfectly feminine, but powerful.  Flawless, and bathed in a flowing gown of pearl, nearly liquid, fitted so ideally that one could just make out the outlines of the graceful legs as they moved rhythmically in keeping with the music, yet revealing nothing but the golden tips that were her feet.  The face was angelic but hinted a precipitous downfall to anyone who got lost in the almond eyes.  She was dancing - floating, wings beating soundlessly, her partner in similar complimentary form.  Taylor too was stunned for what seemed an eternity.  When he finally was able to return to his senses he found that this was the same reaction had by anyone near enough to catch a glimpse of the pair.  Ian by this time had recovered some of his usual composure, but it was plain to see that he had been quite caught off guard at the sight.  The statuette was not smiling, but had a serene, intense expression as if concentrating, and both parties remained in complete oblivion of the many silent murders they were committing by the collusion of their effortless beauty.