She stood, head down, feet together, still. The music began and she slowly raised her head, beginning the dance she’d practiced so many times. Only this time it wasn’t the same. This time the dance was so much more, this time it came from her heart. Her movements were smooth, falling, twisting, spinning, leaping. The music reached it climax and her feet left the ground, sparkling with gold dust, she danced. When finally it ended she fell, breathing heavily listing to the silence that had no one in it.
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AuthorI've always wanted to be a writer when I'm older. These are some practice pieces I've written. Archives |