French Still Life - Janet Webb (c)
She loved to dance, especially in a small space
- our space - (but really her space)
- on highly polished floor boards.
High heels sliding and a dizzy swirl of swishing skirt and
flying, long drop earrings,
spun her into ecstasy.
And her favourite place to dance was in the little pub by the sea.
Dark night views outside...
and
candle light flickering in the tall glass,
mirroring and framing our wheel of romance...
never failed to lift our souls on heavenly wings.
Till one night,
just her earrings,
alone...
(by a candle,
unlit
in a small window)...
still danced...
blissfully?
(99 words)
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