When she danced, she left behind the grey walls and barred windows. She broke free from all that restrained her and held her back. Her world came to life in glorious technicolour and barriers fell away.
She could feel the music flowing through her. It was more than an urge or a desire, it was her whole soul. It was who she was. It was what she was born to do.
The grey walls closed in again. The music faded, the world returned to monochrome.
She looked down at her broken, paralysed body. She felt the pain of the impact. Screeching tyres, shattered glass, crumpled metal. The moment the dance had stopped.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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My new novel All We Cannot Leave Behind is available to order in paperback and ebook from all good booksellers, along with The State Trilogy and The Barra Boy.
IAIN KELLY 
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