Her Last Dance
She floats along the sidewalk, recalling each step with ease and grace. They had told her last night was the end, but they were wrong. The streets were now her stage. They couldn’t take that away from her.
She had always known that time was her enemy, but had hoped it wouldn’t strike so soon. A young beauty would be coming in to take her place, oblivious that the same fate awaited her.
She soon arrived to the place that had always given her peace and peered over the edge into the water. With one last leap, she completed her last dance.
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Word Count – 102