Flash Fiction – The Last Dance

 

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Image Copyright -John Nixon

 

The floorboards – beeswax shiny – creaked as you spun me round and round – our very first home.

We danced, my hands wrapped around your neck, breathing in your smell.

We danced, your hands over my belly feeling the first kicks of life.

We danced our daughter to sleep as she cried hot, colicky tears.

The floorboards – dull and dusty – creaked as we shuffled around the bedroom, knowing there was nothing that could save you, my head pressed against your chest as I listened to the rattle of your lungs.

Our very last dance, but sometimes I still hear the music.

Sometimes.

 

Despite the sad story it’s been a great week. My paperbacks finally came and you can read how it felt to hold my debut novel in print here.

The Last Dance has been written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Hop over to Rochelle’s blog and read the other entries here.

 

 

 

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65 thoughts on “Flash Fiction – The Last Dance

  1. From beeswax shiny to dull and dusty, the floorboards mirror the transition from young to old, and the dancing of a full and happy life in between. Everything must end one day. Wonderful story.

  2. Dear Louise,

    The circle of life in a well constructed 100 word story. Lovely. Congrats on holding that first novel in your hands. Amazing feeling, isn’t it?

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  3. Pingback: Wizard in the Wurlitzer | It's a long story …

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