The Dance – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant boogie woogie
He can’t skip the light fandango or turn cartwheels across the floor
When he tries to dance
Folk look at him askance
Take him by the trunk and politely show him the door

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Joe Owens.
Just click on the link to see a tumultuous tango of torrid tales in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s wobbly waltz.

Copyright Joe Owens

Copyright Joe Owens

The Dance

I don’t have a partner for the dance, of course.
I never have a partner for anything.
Girls don’t like me, because I am big and awkward and I don’t speak well.
Everyone says I am ugly.
I laugh, pretend I don’t care, but it hurts
But I go to the Christmas Ball anyway, just to see her.
I know she will be the most beautiful girl there, and that she will smile at me and say hello.
She always does.
I don’t ask her to dance, I can never speak to her, she is an angel.
And she is with Rodney.
I hate Rodney.
He is so smart, so rich, so smug.
I always want to punch him, but I never do.
That might upset her.
I watch her dancing, she is so graceful, so elegant, so wonderful.
I think he has been drinking, he upsets her.
She slaps his face, leaves in tears.
He runs after her, shouting.
Everyone is watching them, laughing and pointing.
No one sees me follow them.
She takes the path through the park, a short cut to her home.
He catches her there.
I hear them shouting, crying.
He is shaking her, so I hit him.
He falls down, does not move.
She starts to scream.
She calls me a monster, a beast, and other bad words.
I put my hand over her mouth to make her stop.
She stops.
I carry both of them into the woods.
Bury them.
Separately, of course.
He does not deserve to be with her.
She looks so pretty in her ball gown.

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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32 Responses to The Dance – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Joe Owens says:

    You say repeatedly An Elephant Can’t, but time after time you do! This is another fabulous addition to your repertoire! Way to go AEC!

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  2. EagleAye says:

    Oy! That took a wicked turn. This is so haunting, and it took me by surprise. This is fabulously conceived and executed.

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  3. rogershipp says:

    What an awesome job…. I feel so sad for him. Fantastic! IF you can say that because of how the poem ends?

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  4. Oh Danny Boy says:

    You never disappoint.

    DJ

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  5. You are deadly again this week. You should write thrillers.

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  6. Ele, Ele, Ele… That was so good, so cool and every other positive word followed by a ‘so’! Like Like Like very much! 😀

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  7. You do creepy very well. This narrator reminds me a little of the guy in Of Mice and Men. Great story.

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  8. emmylgant says:

    Very well done. The last line is perfect, it rounds out the story, and adds another dimension to the narrator.

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  9. joyroses13 says:

    OH MY! This had me on edge, at first I was feeling sorry for him and then the ending was unexpected, but nice twist!

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  10. luckyjc007 says:

    Wow! I really didn’t see that coming…the end. Really great!

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  11. Excellent! Unexpected ending but I chillingly liked it. 🙂

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  12. high five and raspberries says:

    magnificent ❤

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