Dead wood

sap oozing from cut tree limb

It wasn’t just mastering the steps – heel, toe, shuffle, kick, pirouette.

It was the flourish of his hands, the posture of his arms. A turn of his head, a look he gave his partner, each gesture was a word in an erotic story.

He was graceful, sinuous and cat-like. His every movement a caress of foreplay.

The accident took more than his arms, it took his elegance. His words no longer flowed from his fingertips. He couldn’t guide his partner through the dance, pressing his desires into the small of her back.

His words drained from every open vein.

The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is Graceful

Author: Tara R.

I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

3 thoughts

  1. I feel like dancing is the ultimate in conversing without words.
    My own smile drained as I realized he could no longer dance.

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