Welcome to my first attempt at the #LiteraryLion Challenge, hosted by Laura Gabrielle Feasey.
This week’s prompt was “Dance” and I attempted to write a slightly different take on it – focusing on the dance of life instead.
The challenge, as always, is to tell a prompt-inspired tale in 400 words or less, in seven days.
Dancing Around the Issue
By Donna-Louise Bishop
It was the eyes that did it.
Laura had just about mustered up the strength to turn the key in the door but then she felt his eyes on her back, pleading with her not to go.
She made up as many excuses as she could; some new, some old, all of them not true. Now it was time to leave.
Although she had loved her time at home over the past few months, their time together had run out and like all good things, it had to come to an end. She wasn’t going to lie, some days had been harder than others, but they had learnt to love each other in a way which was special to them.
Laura turned around to look at him. It was a mistake. He grabbed her hand tightly and looked into her eyes to see if she felt the same heartache he did. Kneeling down, she put her arms around him and said “you’ll be okay, I promise”.
This would become the dance the two of them would perform each morning now; Him begging her to stay, and Laura pleading with him to let her go. That’s how some relationships are.
She thought of happier times when they had danced with each other during their short time together; jiving in the living room to the radio, swaying together at a tiny tots disco, rocking him to sleep in her arms.
They had spent nearly a whole year together growing accustomed to their new roles – Laura as a mother, Jamie her son. As the one-year-old made a string of incomprehensible “first words” to protest his disappointment, Laura swallowed back the tears before walking out the door to her first day back at work.
She knew as soon as she left that Jamie would forget all about her until she arrived back home in time to put him to bed. What she hadn’t known was how cruel the dance of motherhood could be.