Rebekah Postupak brings us Flash Friday, 140-160 words carved from a word and picture prompt. The words “include a dancer” are added to the photo below. After reading my addition, please click > HERE < to read the rest. Enjoy!!!
Source: Dancing at the Red Cross Fund, Brisbane, 1942. Public domain photo.
For Her Pleasure
158 words
She was a natural-born dancer. He did not even know her name. He had heard “Tilly” tossed out once and thought it belonged to her, but was never sure. It did not matter; he would not approach her, anyway.
He was not a child molester; oh no, nothing so crude. He would never touch or harm such a child. She was destined to dance to ballet with symphonies, perhaps, the next world-renown ballerina. That he could not know. But he did know something.
It all came from a picture. She was staring at the crowd, doing what she loved, yet those eyes were blank, devoid of pleasure; she was in too much pain.
He did his work: studied, followed, researched, planned. Yes, planned, that was the most important. You see once he looked, really looked, the plans were needed. Her father was not the man he seemed. Her father was a monster.
So, her father had to die.
Namaste,
Scott
