The Dancer

People feared her despite her trying to impress them with her dancing. She danced because her life depended on it. She felt trapped. Being enclosed in such a small place angered her, but she couldn’t escape. She just kept on dancing gracefully, but the people still walked away in fear.

She slowly died as all the firewood burnt out, leaving her remnants in the small fireplace.

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Anonymous said…
Sad one :(
The ashes at the end reminded me of old age...dunno why...kind of it's litke a symbol to life itself...first its beautiful and full of energy then you slowly wither...
sad sad sad :(
-Chri
November 29, 2011 at 9:51 AM
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