My writing attempts

“Vorágine, Part I”

The evening remained intact, the moon and the stars were leading the path. The wind brought the scent of the night, making you believe that anything impossible could happen. The small bricks on the walls had an orangish tone that gave the impression of being in another time. The table was in a private room apart from the rest. When the first bottle of wine was about to be emptied some steps were heard and the gazes turned to follow where the sound came from. Deep black eyes opened languidly. The conversation among the group went on as usual till the man started playing the shiny red accordion. The way it was being played caught one person’s attention and he made a sudden move turning his whole body almost completely towards the man and remained in silence until the songs ended, each one made him feel as if he were blood splashing everywhere when being released from an artery.



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