The Dancer

Posted: September 23, 2020 in Friday Fictioneers
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See her? The gypsy?
Braid the color of broom straw?
Yes, her. A bundle of bones hung inside that velvet dress. Long ago it was probably blue or black. Maybe silver.
A giggle. Long ago.
The scent of mildew follows her everywhere.
Unpleasant at best.
Very.

Andrea hears the women. Isn’t affected. She sways beneath her ancient blue smock, recalling the days she danced by firelight, wearing gossamer gowns, while the women’s fathers clapped. Whistled. Became red-faced from whiskey.
Remembering the nights the men came to her lilac-scented tent, she winks a blue eye and wishes the women well.

Comments
  1. neilmacdon says:

    That’s a generous portrait

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  2. ceayr says:

    The first part is good, the second part is better.
    Wonderfully atmospheric.
    And I liked Andrea.

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  3. Dear Lish,

    You painted a vivid portrait of the dancer. Well choreographed.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. Iain Kelly says:

    An atmospheric look back at her golden time. Well written.

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  5. Dora says:

    Aging gracefully, even boldly, is never valued by the young, until they have to do it. Nice portrait.

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  6. Beautifully crafted story, Alicia!

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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  7. Dee | Grammy's Grid says:

    Well done, nice take on the prompt!

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  8. You have some beautiful imagery and a strong character here.

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  9. plaridel says:

    good for her. it looks like she’s aging gracefully.

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  10. draliman says:

    I bet the giggling women don’t have half the fun she had in her youth!

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  11. James McEwan says:

    I like how I am allowed to share the past with Andrea, and smile too.

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  12. Delightfully different, I could almost see her in my mind!

    Here’s mine!

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  13. pennygadd51 says:

    What a delightful story! I love the way you use the braid as the link to the photoprompt – very imaginative. I love the precision of “Braid the color of broom straw”
    Your transition is masterly. “Andrea hears the women.” Suddenly, the woman has a name. You humanise her. From being a figure of fun, she becomes a living person. Then another lovely piece of technique: “She sways beneath her ancient blue smock”. The verb ‘sways’ links directly to the title, ‘The Dancer’, and makes her not just a living person, but a person with a history, a past, present and future.
    Lish, this is lovely – you’ve written a gem of a story!

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  14. Nobbinmaug says:

    We tend to forget that the misfortunes of others could easily be ours and that someday we’ll all be old… if we’re lucky. Very well written.

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  15. Dale says:

    I absolutely adored this one, Alicia! From beginning to end. Now that is grace…

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  16. msjadeli says:

    Great story that sounds so good read aloud.

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  17. I dare say the young women who mock her won’t age with such aplomb. Nicely done! 🙂

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  18. Sue says:

    Great read. Enjoyed your descriptions.

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  19. granonine says:

    A woman who is comfortable in her own skin at every stage of life is a rare and beautiful thing–at ANY stage of her life 🙂

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  20. Laurie Bell says:

    Oh this is lovely. Not the gossips but the dancer. A gorgeous soul.

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  21. Sort of creepy but somewhat empowering for women!

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  22. People often ask me, “Whatcha been doing?” I usually reply, “just mildewin'”
    I loved this tale. Sometimes, when I’m people watching, or cleaning stones at the cemetery, I wonder what the person was like as a youth. What were their dreams, challenges, all the things that make us human.

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    • Thanks for this wonderful comment, not just because you liked what I wrote, but because you shared your actions and thoughts. Cleaning stones at the cemetery? Must do that someday. All our recently deceased are in Aberdeen, WA, and Loveland, CO. Except my parents who are in urns at my sister’s houses in Eckert, CO. The sisters live right next to each other and the urns travel from one house to the next. And I too watch people and wonder.

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  23. I like the way the story moves from the external – a passer-by judging the gypsy woman, to the subjective , the gypsey ‘s memories. Both angles equally true. I like it.

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  24. I loved this Alicia, it set me to wanting to listen to Gypsies, tramps and thieves, by Cher.

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  25. Mike says:

    All life was here in this empathic story, which carried images into my mind.

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  26. bearmkwa says:

    Like this one , fits October quite well. BTW, I’m not on Fb anymore. They disabled my account. Why??? Haven’t a clue. Don’t care. Have other things to do.

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