The Fading Dancer
Crippling on the recurring times, he left. Not aware of the song that she was playing. These days he had come to believe that there was nothing wrong with his leg. Must have been a growing tumor in his fading head that caused him to cripple.
“Crippling is nothing but a writer’s block meant to be faced by the dancers”, he told her.
She shan’t dance until his head burst.
“Crippling is nothing but a writer’s block meant to be faced by the dancers”, he told her.
She shan’t dance until his head burst.
Labels: cripple, dancer, fade, fiction, flash fiction, short story, song, story, surreal, writer's block