#BlogBattles, short stories

Last Dance

#flashfiction #dance #drama Steady rhythms. Erratic heart thrumming. The music begged to sooth, but her mind refused its solace. Every last breath ached in her chest like the too tight pinch of a straight jacket. She gasped and bent at the waist. The drive zoomed up toward her as her knees buckled and her palms… Continue reading Last Dance

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Personal Life Tidbits, Poetry

Abandon

I long to dance barefoot Under a starlit night sky alone and free. My mood tonight. Do you think the neighbors would mind? - image courtesy of xSilentRebelx on DeviantArt