Couples floated across the dance floor, flowing over each other.
Someone said,
“Up close with a stranger. You sure?”
She said,
“I want to learn.”
He smiled.
They were the last couple on the floor. Melting into each other. Then the music stopped. She walked off the floor, leaving him standing.
The lesson was over.
I saw this girl on a train. I couldn’t see anything of her, shrouded as she was in her traditional garb. But her hands caught my attention…they were so enticing. This then, is my ode to a stranger’s sensuality. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ To touch and feelHold..clasp….grab….clutchand smoothen Not for me, however.Sheathed and…
This was fun. It is even more of a challenge to say something in a few words than to say it in many. Sagnik tagged me so here goes…my 55-word stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<p align=”center”><strong>The Worker</strong></p> The sun was shining, a blazing yellow-white. Heedlessly they trudged on.“But do I have to?” he…
@ Illyria: Got the mail. Will check it out…thanks a mil!
okay, i emailed you again. 🙂
eeeekkk! none at all? it wasn’t caught by spam, by some chance? 🙁
Salsa with strangers is ripe with possibilities… 😉
Illyria: Yipppeee…you’re back! I was checking my mailbox frantically for the promised mail but there wasn’t any! Unfortunately I still can’t access your link.
gorgeous and melancholy. why would she walk away, i wonder?
~the girl FKA transience
dances in summers…chance meetings…snippets of conversation…charming!
Sudipta: Thank you! I hope this blog continues to live up to that image.
‘Someone’ represents the conflict she faces in her own head, which is resolved at the end of the story.
Great! The idea-smithy is never short of these ideas, eh?
But I guess the someone who asked the question first and the stranger were not the same people. Or did I get it entirely wrong?