Music drowned her crying. Filled her ears, her chest with the deep bass and soothing melodic tones. She closed her eyes and briefly tried to forget, to allow her body to feel again; therapeutic music massaging her tense muscles as she relaxed and swayed with the beat, letting the words sink in.
The pain that radiated through her veins was withering away, despair that permeated the suffocating air enveloping her body was thinning with each passing line.
The melody hummed inside her, her hips moving, her shoulders rolling as she swept the floor, a dance performed only for herself.
This blog post is part of Charli Mill’s Flash Fiction Challenge issued by Carrot Ranch Communications. November 18, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write dance into your story. Twirl your characters round and round or stomp your plot onto the page. Use dance in any way that comes to mind. Be specific or free, tango or disco.