Friday, 20 September 2013
Flash Fiction Friday: Sasha's Inner Turmoil
Sasha's Inner Turmoil
Sasha sat, precariously, on the edge on the wooden chair, her arms resting on the back with a lone tear running down her cheek. As she stared down at her pink leotard a small sob left her body, a sob which told her all she needed to know.
There was no way she was ever going to make it in the world of ballet, no matter what anyone told her and not after years of dancing around a goddamn pole wearing nothing but skimpy lingerie, flaunting virtually every inch of her body, for the entertainment of drunken louts and businessmen.