A little story submitted for Literary Lion’s word this week. The word is ‘dance’ and my story goes this way:
Friends & Love
“I have often danced alone, and that’s the truth of it all,” Wanda said matter-of-factly. “There’s no reason to hide anything anymore.”
Wanda and Margot were having a coffee and croissants at the cafe near their home. Margot had assumed her role. Dart board. Shoulder. Ear. The role didn’t bother Margot these days. It had become a game she knew. Just follow the cue.
“Are you hiding something from me, Wanda, after all these years?” Margot asked. “Not some little thing, of course. But – anything?”
“Not much more than that.” Wanda spread butter and fig preserves onto her croissant. Life was decadent, after all. Why not play along with it?
“I have often danced alone,” Wanda repeated. “Even with you.”
Ellespeth
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I love the characterisation you’ve packed in of these two in such a short word count, it’s very impressive. And I want to know more… 😉
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