At the Ballet?


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She’d always loved ballet. But she’d never seen one matching the wonderful choreography that unfolded in front of her now. It fascinated her. The harmony transpired in every single movement: legs meeting and intertwining, as if they were inseparable before moving away in a graceful jeté, proving it was not so. The passion was as obvious as the trust between the two partners.

In one move it seemed the woman levitated before latching onto her partner’s shoulders, as if her life depended on it. Close as she was, she could see the two dancers sweat in the heat of their dance. First row seat. In fact, in the peculiar light of the room, it seemed the thin sheen of perspiration created a slight iridescence on their skin.

And suddenly, as if the passion and heat overwhelmed them, a flashover. The two dancers reached the apex of the piece. A sigh, a moan or a scream, as they reached completion. Hiding in her sister’s closet, she observed what she wasn’t allowed to see. The dance of eroticism and love. She couldn’t wait to be older. It was such a beautiful pas-de-deux.

©scolpron2017

In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle prompt #147
1. Latch 2. Ballet 3. Levitate 4. Heliotrope ((n.) Any hairy plant belonging to the genus Heliotropium, of the borage family, as H. arborescens, cultivated for its small, fragrant purple flowers. Any of various other plants, as the valerian or the winter heliotrope. Any plant that turns toward the sun. A light tint of purple; reddish lavender. Surveying. an arrangement of mirrors for reflecting sunlight from a distant point to an observation station.) 5. Iridescence 6. Media 7. Passion 8. Harmony 9. Inseparable 10. Legs 11. Heat 12. Flashover ((n). The moment a conversation becomes real and alive, which occurs when a spark of trust shorts out the delicate circuits you keep insulated under layers of irony, momentarily grounding the static emotional charge you’ve built up through decades of friction with the world. Electricity. a disruptive discharge around or over the surface of a solid or liquid insulator. The moment of conflagration or complete incineration caused by super heated air or combustibles.)
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form

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10 Comments Add yours

  1. That ending was unexpected! Very passionate writing!

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  2. maria says:

    Woah! That was quite a dance. 😀

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  3. kaykuala h says:

    Wonderful dancing routine! A pity she was still too young to see!

    Hank

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  4. Michael says:

    Beautiful the way you led me thinking one thing and then put me in the space with the observor…..well done indeed..

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