Stories by Sarah

Spin

The sky looked like ink, no stars, just black; that’s how it began. 

Shelley took a deep breath as she waited for the curtains to open. Braced for the notes that would signal her cue, a hush fell over the audience as the first tentative strains of music swirled through the theatre.

She stretched and eased herself into the well-rehearsed moves. Her form gliding effortlessly across the stage. As the crescendo approached, she began to spin.

This was why she’d become a dancer. With each turn, she felt she could truly fly.

By Sarah ©2019

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday: May 24, 2019; and also, Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #107 – Spin

4 thoughts on “Spin”

  1. I remember as a child holding hands with my sister and we would spin until we could no longer stand and collapse happy on the ground as it seemed the world still spun above and around us.

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