sunday stories on Monday

Someone left a sweet comment on one of my posts, so I followed her back to her blog, which was wonderful so I signed up to get posts delivered to my inbox. Then to another blog, and another. Writers all! I found some peeps!
Enjoy some pretty music while you read! (French Christmas waltz)

This prompt was for short stories, a prompt a day for December, and I couldn't resist it!
You should use the prompts as the first line in a little story, so here goes

After the Ball
after the ball, tired and just a little tipsy, she sat waiting for her friend to come out of the restroom. She crossed her legs, pulled off one sparkly shoe and massaged her foot.


Just think, her pal had to convince her to come in the first place, I mean who goes to a ball these days? Then she needed to find a ball gown, so much tulle and sparkles, she felt like a princess.

Especially with the tiara pinned into her hair.  She knew how to waltz from ball room dance classes years ago, and loved the feel of  centrifugal force as she was spun in circles around the dance floor in some strong arms.


She loved the tables set with glittering plates of finger sandwiches and small tidbits for dancers to grab between songs. The champagne was lovely in the tall thin glasses, how she loved champagne!

It was all so pretty, the whole evening was pretty, it was balm to her spirits that had been so low for so long. Amazing really how just being taken out of the mundane world of worry, into a moment where lights swirled with each step, where she felt protected in a basket of arms, smelling men's cologne and feeling the scratchy tux coat sleeves as she was held. It had been a long time since she had been held. She wanted more.


More worry free evenings, more beauty, more safety, more gentleness.


She put the sparkly shoe back on and stretched her leg out in front of her admiring the light caught in each glittery edge.


Bump!

She quickly glanced up to see a tall man who had just bumped into her outstretched leg.


"oops, sorry" she smiled into his face, "we danced together earlier" she said, momentarily lost in his eyes.

" I know. I bumped into your leg because I was looking around for you"


"oh!"  could this be real?    "I'm glad you did"

He pulled off his scarf, and sat down close to her, took her hand gently in his and said, "I'd like to dance with you again sometime"

Yes, she was glad her friend dragged her here.

Linking to

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