TJ Scott - Cinematic Illusions

Four graceful ladies walked and chatted on the street. The floor reflected the gloss of the neon lights around, making the scene even more dazzling and bustling. In the bar, the music had ended and the crowd had dispersed. Bodyguards were chatting about what they'd seen today, while a dancer sat alone at a table, still in her wig and costume, thinking about that handsome customer who came every night. The night was thick with fog, and blue lights diffused through the mist, creating an atmosphere of silent desolation. He, riding his bicycle, gazed at the distant lights, as if he were looking at his dream of California...