The Last Dance

Copyright CE Ayr

The band began to play.  They moved slowly to the music.  She closed her eyes as the emotions washed over her.  She clung to him and buried her wet face in his shoulder.  This was to be their last dance.  She was tired of sneaking around.  It was becoming increasingly hard being around Frank, their kids and grand-kids always fearful that she would be found out.  Last night, she finally decided that she was going to end the affair which almost lasted as long as her marriage. 

Unnoticed in a crowded tent, Frank watched his wife dancing with his brother.

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt Here. To read other stories or to participate, click Here.

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