Five Sentence Fiction: Dancing

This week’s FSF… Thanks Lillie McFerrin…. 

via Wikimedia Commons

via Wikimedia Commons

“May I have this dance?” he asked. a grin on his face.

I nodded, looking past the stranger’s shoulder. Where was Jack?

He was skinny, this man, and his hands so bony and cold I shivered when he placed them on my waist and grabbed my palm.

“It’s time, Barbara,” the stranger said, and as I registered his empty sockets, I knew.



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