The dancer stretched her neck, shook out her hands, and breathed deeply. She went up on her toes and down again. One finger tapped the beat, counting down her cue. She tucked her hips, drew in her stomach and led with her hands, leaping on to the stage.
The spotlights, usually so harsh and unforgiving, seemed to soften and wrap her gently, following her every movement. The chiffon ribbons on her costume shimmered cobalt, teal and aquamarine.
The dancer sped and slowed, undulating with the music. Her movements were precise, but weightless, as though invisible marionette strings pulled and released her. She whirled effortlessly, her arms caging her body, switching feet until the music ended, and she flung her hands exultantly to the sky. Her smile lingered until the lights dimmed, and the audience roared.
She flew off stage into my waiting arms. “Didja see me, mama, didja? Didja?”
Yes, my angel, I did.
Petal & Mortar 
I enjoyed this. Brought back memories of many dance shows attended through out the years. I could picture this so easily through your imagery. Thanks for a beautiful start to my day.
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I am smiling as I picture it in my mind. Beautiful!
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Yes, that is lovely 🙂
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Lovely, smiley stuff 🙂 Good for her! 🙂
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❤️❤️❤️
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Love this! At first she’s an abstract object, but the relationship established at the end makes it sweeter.
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Awww. It’s how she dances. Completely composed and focused onstage, mad hatter offstage.
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Loved this piece. Truly.
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Beautiful!!!
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This took me back to my own tap dancing self. Thanks for sharing.
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