TRANCE

The room is completely dark except for the moonlight pouring in from the window. The wooden floor is cracked at many places with moss growing out of it. She lies there, in the corner, alone and desolate. Her gown is torn, her hair disheveled. Her eyes are groggy because of hours of crying. Her cheeks are stained with streaks of washed out mascara. How many hours have passed by, she doesn’t know.

Somewhere in the distance, she hears a faint noise. It grows louder and louder. Someone outside is playing a flute. In his own world, he is playing a happy tune.

Suddenly she stands up and starts dancing to his tune. Round and round, she moves in perfect balance. Never before had she felt so free.

The person outside, oblivious of this, continues his journey. Slowly the music fades away.

The room is completely dark except for the moonlight pouring in from the window and in the middle of it, she is dancing and laughing out loud.