Welcome to Friday Fictioneers where each week close to 100 people participate in a flash fiction challenge based on a photo prompt.
This week’s photo ~ Copyright:Renee Heath
And now my 100 word story:
Celeste had been a wonderful dancer before the accident. She belonged to an ensemble that performed musicals like “Meet me in St. Louis” in various playhouses on the east coast.
It was a great job, getting paid for doing what she loved, but she wanted more. She wanted a star on her door. She was making plans to go to New York when a drunk driver struck her down at a bus stop.
Celeste still wants to be a dancer but she doesn’t know why. Her body has healed but her brain functions as a ten-year old.
The Day After 
How sad for her! It seems that not many people saw a happy dancer.
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It’s early.
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A ten year old can dream of everything.
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True.
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Sad, sad story, perhaps she still gets pleasure from the physical act of dancing.
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I’m sure she does.
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Hi Dawn,
Sad story, but my brain functions just like a ten-year-old and I get no sympathy at all. Ron
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Lol..oh Ron!
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Maybe she’ll have a star on her door yet. At least, I’d like to think so. 🙂
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Of course she will! It might be one her mother buys at Hobby Lobby for her bedroom door. But a star is a star.
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Sad story.
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But really only sad for those who knew her and shared her dreams. She has no recollection and is happy to dance.
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Dear Dawn,
A sad story well written. That poor dancer has suffered some abuse already this week.
shalom,
Rochelle
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It’s an odd picture. But a great prompt. Thanks Rochelle.
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Lovely story Dawn, the sad situation of Celeste’s life is made vividly clear.
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Well she gets to see life free of cynicism all over again! Silver lining..I try.. :p
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Exactly!
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A sad story, Dawn. From the way it’s worded, I wonder whether her body might still remember how to dance, which might bring her pleasure and a sense of release, even if she doesn’t know why she wants to dance, how she learned, or have the same plans for the future.
janet
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I’m glad I conveyed that Janet. It’s only sad for her family, you know. She doesn’t know any better, she gets to dance. albeit like a ten year old. But put her in a tu tu and let her twirl, that’s happiness.
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This is sad – but very well crafted. Great story.
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Thank you for your generous comment.
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Sad… and poignant. Still I’m glad she still enjoys to dance…
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Yes, that’s the hey, I think. Since she doesn’t know her past and is oblivious to her future all that matters is the present. In the present she dances.
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A sad story here, but I like that her dream of dancing still burns brightly.
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A lovely way to put it zooky 🙂
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Dear Dawn,
A sad story about dain brammage. At least she’s dancing.
Aloha,
Doug
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😉
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Sad, but I’m glad you breathed life into her and gave her stardom. Randy
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I hope she never loses sight of her dream. Nicely told!
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Thank you.
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I’ve got a suggestion that would give you a couple of extra words by rewriting one sentence.
“It was a great job, getting paid for doing what she loved, but she wanted more.”
Hope you don’t mind.
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I never mind! Doesn’t mean I will change it but iz will certainly look at it!
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Yes, I like yours better. Thank you.
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a very sad tale, well written. but i’m glad that she still has her dreams and her dancing. 🙂
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Yes, the drunk driver killed her future as she knew it but could not kill the essence of who she is.
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Dreams surviving through disaster – sad but inspiring as well, Dawn.
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Thanks Troy 🙂
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Sad story, I’m not sure if she can still dance or now just dreams of doing so. Hope she can still dance and fulfills her dream
Dee
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