She didn't quite know why she liked flamingoes so much. Maybe it was because there was a certain grace to them. Maybe because they were dressed in such a happy color. Or maybe seeing all those plastic ones in people's front yards finally got to her.
At any rate, taking ballet classes to achieve a lifelong dream of looking like a flamingo might be one bridge too far. Or several. Probably several.
While she stood out like a sore thumb among all the young children taking the lessons, she did feel majestic.
About as majestic as a plastic flamingo.
And she moved about as graceful.
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
