The Dance: FFFAW

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photo courtesy of Fandango thank you.

Hidden,  I watched the near naked men dance. Splayed feet sent vibrations through the ground, into my body. My desire to join in with the rhythmic beating of their wide, cracked feet as they pounded the earth was immense. The gyrations reached a crescendo, then suddenly stopped. Silence.

The motionless men mesmerised me. I was fixed, unable to move. Initially  I was unaware because I did not attempt to stir but when I tried, I found I was glued to the spot. Earlier my limbs craved movement but now, they were so heavy they couldn’t be shifted. My torso too, only swayed with the breeze. My eyes fixed, stared straight ahead at the frozen men.

“Annabelle, there you are.” Simon tapped me on the shoulder.

“Shhhhh. The men,”  I pointed, “they’ll see you.”

“What’s you talking about Anna. Those dead branches over there? C’mmon. Race you back to the house.”

I lifted a foot. It was no longer rooted to the spot. Tentatively I walked over to where the men had been. Simon was right. A gnarled jumble of branches. Then I saw the footprint.

In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFFAW)  185 words


About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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33 Responses to The Dance: FFFAW

  1. yarnspinnerr says:

    The twist in tale is simply fabulous.

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  2. Dang, that’s cool. You led that dance. Masterful flash.

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  3. You’re so good with the surprise endings.

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  4. And that tree does look like it’s dancing away.

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  5. calmkate says:

    well written, had me sucked in 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Lynn Love says:

    So well written and mysterious – love the descriptions of the men, the paralysis too. Great story

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Iain Kelly says:

    Love the mystery and the mirroring of the tree roots with her being unable to move. Well done.

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  8. James says:

    Rescued just in time.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Wow! I love this! The last sentence gave me goosebumps! Great story!

    Liked by 1 person

  10. michael1148humphris says:

    Now this is what I call great writing, I truly enjoyed this flash story.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. rogershipp says:

    So good! Loved the last line!

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  12. Woah, that was chilling. A suitably mysterious tale to go with a rather mysterious picture 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Shivangi says:

    What an engrossing tale! Loved this!

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Wonder tale, Irene. Sublime in its telling and showing. Had me rooted to the spot reading it!

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