FLASH
FICTION
FRIDAY
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.
©JSMorbius2013
9 comments:
A finely crafted flash. Your character is very believable and I feel her angst after having to dance for people like she had. I hope she can dance the ballet and overcome her past.
Very powerful, Julez. It is hard to capture someone's dreams in 100 words let alone their shattering. Her disappointment was visceral. Wonderful:) xo
Oh bless her, I so feel for her. Great flash, Julez!
Excellent Julez. Sometimes needs force into making choices we wouldn't otherwise make. I do hope she can go forth with her dream of ballet
Awesome Flash, Julez! So beautifully done.
oh no, so sad. A very fitting flash. xx
Aw, someone needs to hug her and tell her she can do it! Great flash.
Reminds me of the movie Independence Day when the First Lady thought Jasmine was a ballet dancer, but, she was actually exotic. Doesn't mean the talent isn't there, and people must eat when chasing their dreams.
Love this! I hope she does dance no matter where she came from or how she use to dance. :) I def want to know what happens with her.
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