Some of you were probably expecting a continuation of The Accident serial I started a few weeks ago. I’ve decided to take a break and write something new this week for the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.
While some of you might be disappointed, others are likely relieved that they don’t have to be burdened with multiple story parts. It was getting difficult to effectively write a 100-word story with a beginning, middle and end, while continuing the plot from the previous weeks. Plus, I don’t think I was being fair to my readers. We all have busy lives and limited time to read.
With that, now that I’ve planted the seeds of murder in your minds, I’m going to work on a longer version of the story. Detectives Leale and Archer and the mysterious Copycat will emerge in the future and all will be revealed.
Thanks to those who read and comment each week. Your feedback, compliments, and likes are appreciated more than you know.
Now on with the main event (aside from this lengthy intro, my story is 97 words this week.)
Learning to Dance Again
“We met here. Remember, you asked me to dance,” I said, savoring the moment.
“And you said, ‘No!’”
I smiled. “Just the first two times you asked, but you wore me down.”
“You used to tell people you loved me at third sight.”
I closed my eyes, let the gentle wind caress my face, and the street celebration ease my mind. I reached out for his hand.
The music faded. The lights dimmed. The dance died.
“I miss your touch. How can I live without you?” I whispered.
“Let me go. It’s time you danced with another.”
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