Previously, her dancing had been energetic and full of many twists and turns. What seemed right before now felt so wrong as she moved from a different angle.
How did it come to this? Why can’t things be just the way they used to be before? Her body kept reminding her of the aches and pains of ageing. And yet……. that music seemed so familiar.
She thought she had forgotten how to walz. So it was such a pleasure when the music triggered her muscle memory. She walzed again.
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, July Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’