by Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
Shadows thick enough to hold the edges of my gown up and away from uneven cobblestones beneath my feet, twirl along with me as I dance by myself.
Music drifts through the neglected garden, the high pitched notes muted by the strong arm of the fog; only the low notes, the bass and the drum beat could be heard out here.
Around and around I twirl, the drum beat rising to a crescendo. Fog and shadows merge into one, holding my hand, cradling the small of my back and still I twirl.
A sharp crack, a stone dislodges, my heel catches and down I go, dancing by myself ‘til the end.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
Woh! That took a dark turn at the end. You must have been fine though as you lived to tell the tale 😊 Those darn cobblestones!
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