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