The elderly gentleman looked down at the adorable little girl in the dirty white dress tugging on his shirt. “Dance with me mister” she implored. The man laughed as he began to spin her round. The girl’s eyes shone with excitement as her long, dark hair fanned out. The song drew to a close and she ran, barefoot into the night. ‘Sweet young thing’ thought the man.
Hiding in the shadows the young girl stuffed the notes into her knickers before tossing the wallet aside. She skipped out of the alley and tugged the shirt of the nearest man. “Dance with me mister?”
This is my submission to this weeks Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt.
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