She tiptoed around his moods like a drunken ballerina.
Her choreographed steps danced in and out of debris. Delicate footfalls amid the shattered remains of their relationship.
She knew when to pirouette so as not to get cut.
Practiced in the art, she executed jumps and leaps knowing exactly where her feet would land—between scattered bits of betrayal and contempt.
Home was a minefield. In those rare performances when her foot slipped, she set off explosions, creating more rubble, and learning new dance moves.
Faith worked hard, living each day with the beauty of her intricate steps unnoticed.
November 18, 2015 prompt: Dance – In 99 words (no more, no less) write dance into your story. Twirl your characters round and round or stomp your plot onto the page. Use dance in any way that comes to mind. Be specific or free, tango or disco.