Ok, I give up. I got pulled into trying to write flash fiction. I'm fascinated by it and need to try my hand at it.
So I'm adding one more scheduled feature to the blog called Writer Wednesday Flash Fiction. Sometimes I will use word or picture prompts, sometimes I won't. Let's see what comes of this. Please critique away because it will help me to hone my flash fiction writing.
Here's my first try. It was inspired by watching a professional tango couple dance. The picture is random.
Their bodies intertwined in an intimate embrace. Only tango existed in this starlit night . The music, rich and darkly sensuous, invaded their minds and slithered its way down into their hearts. She didn’t know his name, didn’t need him to know hers. For one night only they would disappear from the world and exist only within the tango.
Tonight belonged to anonymity, to mysterious secrets to be imagined but never revealed.
Her fiery red dress reminded her of blood spilled a long time ago. But she would not think of it now. Blood was her existence but she would not give it her soul.
The beats of tango intensified in a rising crescendo. She put her head on his shoulder, one leg wrapped around his torso. He was beautiful and she didn’t want it to stop.
But blood sang its own melody and she couldn’t resist its rhythms. She would take this beautiful man with her and they will dance tango every night.She sighed, a whisper of air in the warm breeze, and quietly sank her fangs into his neck as the last notes of the tango faded.