- Falter -
The glimmering dress swished around her legs. Thom's clammy hands gripped her sides. Their feet did not falter once, but her heart thrummed in her ears, and her lungs struggled to suck in breaths. A sheen of sweat glistened on Thom’s forehead.
The stage lights were too bright, dizzying, hiding the audience and burning her skin. Lita focused on executing each step just the way they'd practised in a vain attempt to forget that the judges sat in the shadows beyond the lights.
Abruptly the music faded, before their final steps, and she faltered for a moment. Had they lost?
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Drabbles and Dabbles
Short StoryDrabbles: Use only 100 words, and tell us a story. That's the challenge, if you choose to accept it. Don't waste words, and use no more and no less than precisely one hundred words. Go! (You'll find mine in the pages that follow) Dabbles: Every so o...
