GoT Writings

WK 2 Writing Challenge GoT wk end 8/11 408 words

Prompt 2: Pick a movie. Replace one of the main characters with an inanimate object. Write a scene that includes this character. ~ Story

Save the Last Dance

Why would no one believe her? She had six dance lessons under her belt by now. She knew the practiced steps flat; she just needed a partner. Only her reputation as the town klutz preceded her.

Sara’s eyes stabbed from man to man looking for a hint of interest. None. No one. She did not need a partner. She knew her talent. These cowboys should be schooled by the time the night ended.

Inhale, hold, release. Flushed and edgy, Sara brush stepped onto the dance floor, allowing the whispered innuendos escort her to the center of her stage.

The music pulsed through her veins, heart pounding, and breathing in irregular rhythm. She started to dance, stiffly, tentatively. The hungry eyes of the crowd instigated her need. And then she began to feel something else. A rising beat. A quickening heart.Spin, stomp, reach, each practiced step moving her around the dance floor. Catch an eye, flicker away, tempt and tease, lock eyes with the next. The beat slowed to a steady groove, demanding each step flick out and slap the floor as she approached her prey.

The target abandoned his chair, extending his hand to lead Sara back to the center floor. A flash of teeth, a flick of curls, Sara caressed the seat as she swayed to the lip of the chair. Her foot hooked the stretcher in a burst of freedom, and with one swift kick sent the chair sliding to the center of the dance floor. Sara, in turn, skipped to catch up with her dance partner, twirled and spun around and around her partner, finally coming to a stop in front of her prey. She regains her equilibrium.

Sara cooed, “Like I don’t know why we’re standing still. You’re supposed to be dizzy by now from all those circles I danced around you.”

Sara leaned against the chair her knees dictated the draw of the dance, legs straddled, she propped and fell across the sides of the chair, leaned back, and let the chair support her, hair teased the floor before pulling herself upright again.

Only then the dance was complete, and she surrendered to the next tune. Sara tipped her head sideways, contemplated the chair once more. “I don’t feel like dancing anymore, and you don’t know how.”

Once more the chair slid in obedience to her well- heeled shoe and returned to its spot before the abashed young man.

word count 408




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