Lydia dreamed of performing on stage. It took years of training and much sacrifice. Now, she stands center-stage, wondering why she continues, until the graceful notes of the piano break the silence. The silkiness of the violin wakes. Embraced by the music, her body moves as the curtain lifts. Amidst the rise and fall of the orchestra, she cuts the air with her grand jetés. She bourrées across the stage as if floating. When the music fades, the audience stands. Lydia steps forward and bows, soaking in their praise. She exits stage-left, cringing in pain with each step she takes.
This piece of flash fiction is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was taken by Ted Strutz.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.