100 Words: Dancing

She stepped and then leaned back – half dancing, half measuring.
He held but wondered about the holding – would it break, stretch or stay?

Dancing has its perils.

And joys.

The dusty floors forgot people could move on them but there was still music laced in the wood.

Laced and ready to remind the courageous ones that it can feel like first snow falls and driving in thick fog.

Mysterious. Thrilling. New.

She twisted and twirled. 

He laughed and kept the pace.

Toes were bruised and a few four letter things fell off the lips. 

Dancing is not painless.

They stepped.

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