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The ballet

feels just one more memory away

By K.L. GracePublished 4 months ago 1 min read
The ballet
Photo by Ahmad Odeh on Unsplash

Hi! Welcome. Please, come in.

It's been so long since I've had guests.

Did I ever tell you about my greatest ballet?

When will my daughter get home?

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The big red curtain fell right on our youngest dancer!

Would you join me for dinner?

The curtains opened and the lights were hot and bright.

I think my Mum may join us tonight.

The male dancers in our troupe were so fit!

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This is a photo of my lovely daughter,

She looks a little like you!

Did I tell you about the hardest night at the ballet?

My pirouette was perfect.

I don't remember if my Mum is alive or if she passed.

My partner caught me in a leap and lifted me like a feather!

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Have you heard from my Mum?

Let's go out for a nice dinner!

It'll be my treat.

The ballet that evening was a disaster.

We were terribly embarrassed.

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Do you have a pen on you?

I'll go grab one,

I think I saw one just over here...

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    Written by K.L. Grace