The dance of the seven veils was never quite like this. Truth was that silken music bared my soul and although only a few weeks off giving birth I gyrated to the rhythm. Then heard the sharp cling as coins dropped into the dish, people thought I was busking.
But my audience rapidly melted into the shadows as the rain began and I was saturated as my waters had broken.
The Sunday Whirl 
I’ve scheduled mine for tomorrow
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/?p=26058
Thanks for the words. I managed to fit them to something I was about to post anyway!
https://tatterdemalionfaith.wordpress.com/2018/03/25/broken-shadows-song/
Loved these prompt words.
The dance of the seven veils was never quite like this. Truth was that silken music bared my soul and although only a few weeks off giving birth I gyrated to the rhythm. Then heard the sharp cling as coins dropped into the dish, people thought I was busking.
But my audience rapidly melted into the shadows as the rain began and I was saturated as my waters had broken.
Economical use to produce what amounts to a flash fiction piece!
thanks … had to get creative with that word mix!