The Dancer

Photo via Write on Edge

It was, she decided again, not only his delicately handsome face and dancer’s sculpted body that attracted her, but he had the animal magnetism she’d read about in dog-eared romance novels. Before he came into her life she hadn’t understood those passages filled with want. She had blushed while reading the intimate scenes and then reread them, trying to understand.

As he swept across the stage, she saw his eyes glancing into the audience and she felt them rest on her. Then he was gone with a powerful leap into the stages wings. She knew he would be resting in the few minutes before his final dance. She barely saw the chorus dancers flitting back and forth, their silhouettes against the white backdrop provided the negative space to his dancing that often came dangerously close to being overfull.

She breathed in and out, willing him to reappear. And then there he was again, forcing her on a journey she’d grown to love. Around and around, she lost her breath and he went faster. The dance’s climax, his final leap, was coming. She reached up, absently wiping tears from her face.

“Excuse me Marie, can I borrow your speakers? Mine aren’t working again, and I need to complete the compliance training.”

The words snapped her out of her reverie. She clicked her mouse and the dance disappeared. A company logo blinked at her from the computer screen bringing her back to her tan cubicle, to her coworker standing behind her, waiting.

“You can unplug them in the back,” she said.

She scooted her chair and watched her coworker kneel down and gather the wires.

“Thanks,” he said. He stood up and left.

Marie’s hand darted back to the mouse and with a click her screen filled with the New York Theatre Ballet stage. She watched him take his final bow and the credits rolled. With a sigh she clicked the play button to restart her recording. She couldn’t remember what she had done every morning, at her desk, before he had come into her life.

This week’s Red Writing Hood prompt from Write on Edge was athleticism. We were asked to write a piece of fiction or creative non-fiction using one of two photographs for inspiration, and keep it at 400 words or less.

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5 Responses

  1. A great piece.
    You drew me in from the first few words. I was entranced, right there with you in the auditorium, mesmerised by the live performance on stage, and then…
    BOOM!
    I was confused and felt the deflation when the voice interrupted… it was like, go away, you’re intruding on something special…
    Well done!

  2. Ooooh – I like the implication that she’s a bit obsessed. A morning ritual watching this guy? Creepy. Good stuff!!

  3. Oh! How wonderful! I love how you tied “animal magnetism” right into the “dog-eared romance novels” – nothing makes me happier than seeing a writer take a convention and turn it around.

    Fantastic ending, lovely twist!

    Definitely, Nano-worthy! 🙂

  4. Great piece-I love the twist of her watching this on the computer. I can almost feel her longing.

    • Longing is exactly what I was trying to convey. I pictured a woman bored, almost unhappy, with her life, and using this ballet dancer and his recorded dance as her escape from an ordinary life. Thanks for your comment!

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