Chance Dissolution of Comfy Bohemia

He walks in with a swagger. I own you now. Everyone in the room bursts out laughing. What is that again. Slowly around the room, smiles get wiped. As everyone pauses to notice. His blood shot eyes boring in to her. They wait and don’t blink. He grips her hair. Flashes his knife and drags her away. The chatter hangs frozen. Half eaten cupcakes remain tightly clasped. A lone fly navigates carefully quirky outfits. The ice lazily melts in the lemonade. A cry. Someone rush out.