Casey moved like her life depended on it, and it did.
Every step was important and had to be carefully planned as she twisted and turned in time to the music.
Her red dress floated around her form a gruesome gift from the one who watched as she pirouetted on the tips of her bright red ballet shoes.
She couldn’t stop the tears that raked the mascara down her face. The audience however were in awe of the drama in the performance.
Little did they know.
This certainly put a new slant on the old saying ‘Dancing with the Devil’
For this weeks Flash Fiction I think you might need to listen to the tune while reading. For a long time I wasn’t sure where I was going with this and then I got my idea. While listening to the music I could envisage the drama and deliberate movement that this edgier version of a well known tune would evoke from a dancer, especially if their life were to depend on it. My devious little mind always seems to go dark on these forays.
I’m liking this challenge and will try to take part when time allows. If you would also like to give it a try, then you can find the information for this weeks challenge HERE.