A short story
‘Shall we dance?’ he asked and together they fell into step, dipping, stretching, and gliding across the burnished boards. The music engulfed them as they pirouetted and twirled, she under his arm, and then he under hers. They saw no-one else and felt nothing other than the rhythm and the blood pounding in their veins.
He drew her closer, his arms encircling her, and her heart beat faster as their bodies touched, his chest against hers, his thighs pressed to hers, one hand on the small of her back, guiding her, just so, just so. She wanted to dance forever, for the moment never to end.
She gazed into his eyes, saw her passion reflected there. Her lips parted, he bent his head to hers, and the music swelled as it reached a climax.
The little girl shut the lid of the music box and went to have her tea.
Great surprise ending.
ReplyDeleteI never imagined anything like that when listening to a music box. I always imagined being the lone ballerina performing on the stage.
ReplyDeleteThat made me smile. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteSweet.
ReplyDeleteLike a super short film. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteWhat appeared to be a grand and romantic moment was, in truth, a delicate illusion contained within a child's imagination, brought to life by the simple closing of a music box.
ReplyDeleteThe story is well written but has a rather disappointing conclusion.
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