The Music Ends…

If you’re lucky, you know Frank.  If you pay attention, you may have seen his short story about two dancers, one dance. After posting his story, he invited others to add their own ending.  His story ends where “the music ends.”  You’ll see it in red text.  Readers were asked to add their own 75-word ending.  Those are my 75 words in blue at the end.

The music starts – its tempo and rhythms define the dance. He approaches her table, and extends an inviting hand. She accepts. They take to the floor. He offers a hand and a frame. Again, she accepts, but looks away while in hold as if to say, “I’ll dance – but I’m not interested.”

They move to the music’s sharp, fiery rhythms that are intertwined with sensuality. Their eyes continue gazing in opposite directions to avoid a visual connection – yet, their bodies touch.

They dance – they move – sometimes slow – sometimes fast – but always sharp and to rhythm.

He rolls her out – they flick in unison. He tugs to rolls her back into his arms. She shrugs him off by returning to hold with her head turned away. Their steps continue.

He steps back – a lunge – a corté. She steps forward and raises her leg against his, and slowly moves it downward as a caress. He notices – she’s got his attention. As he returns her to upright, their eyes connect through a glimpse – yet each looks away.

The pace seeming hastens. The musical beat remains steady. Their moves remain sharp. Their eyes are starting to communicate to the other through glances.

She leans her body into him and her head is no longer facing away. They lock their eyes for the first time, and her eyes and face speak to him when. She places her head on his chest.

The normally sharp fans are now slow and smooth – yet still to the music’s rhythm. As she turns, his right hand slides naturally along her sleek frame. He notices the curvature of her hips. His head is not as high as he looks toward her with hopes of connecting again.

To him, her face displays desire. Her eyes are closed, but only she knows why. They are now in another place. To him, they are in the midst of passion. To her, she is the seductress who has succumbed to his fantasy.

He responds to the music’s fire with 8 fast steps down the floor. He rolls out as before, but on her return, she is close – and her right hand slowly caresses his face. The music ends.

His right hand releases her left. He pulls his arm from her waist.  She doesn’t need to stay close, but she does, smiling.

“Thanks,” he says.

“That’s it?”

“I gotta go.”

“But what about…” she starts.

“What?”

“When you said you wanted one more dance, I thought…”  Her mouth stops.  Her eyes say more.

“Thought what?”

“Never mind.”  Her smile fades.

Mr. Lidge walks away, followed only by the eyes of the former Mrs. Lidge.


 

14 thoughts on “The Music Ends…

  1. Thanks for taking the time to do this as I especially appreciate the participation of the writers in the crowd. I hope you noticed that I did take your suggestion of how I used “naturally”.

    You are the first to use the divorce take, although several others (at least Amy & Dale) did incorporate a twist with relationships.

    i invite your readers to come over to read the readings & comment … and heck, they are welcome to participate as well.

  2. This story is well done. Don’t ever worry about writing a theme that someone else has done. They may be ‘the same’, but they’re always ‘different’. I try to write a 100 word Flash Fiction each week, and never read any others except the hostess, until I’m either successful, or have decided I can’t.
    I’m currently reading ‘The Hunt for Red October’, only set, scene for scene, in outer space. I can’t figure out if it’s intentionally, or unconsciously, plagiarized. It’s still a good story. 🙂

    • is the flash fiction you’re doing the Friday Fictioneers? I used to participate in that. was very helpful for editing and revising. thanks for the nice words and thanks for sharing your thoughts.

      • about two years ago i was writing there for about the same percentage as you, but i stopped for several reasons. 1. i was a little bothered by how many people didn’t really read or comment on each other’s work but mainly just posted a link to their own story in your comments. 2. i wasn’t thrilled about how many people had stories posted literally within minutes of when rochelle posted the picture. i wanted people to take more time, put more effort into what they were writing instead of just wanting to be first in line. 3. not everyone was as receptive to feedback as i think they should be. i liked to read and give genuine feedback, point out areas where the story could be edited, maybe save a few extra words that could have been used elsewhere for more detail, but some people only wanted to hear “great job.” and if i didn’t give them what they wanted, they certainly let me know it. that kind of killed my drive for participation. however, i can’t deny it helped me do better with my own editing.

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