#competition | Inside the Mind of Isadora

“Por favor, Renaldo, can we stop all of this practicing? My feet are swollen, and my toes ache.”

“Esmeralda, we must practice if we’re going to win the competition.”

“It’s snowing, and I want to go home while I still can.”

“The Flamenco has to be perfect; no missteps. We must be flawless.”

“Okay, go,” he snarled.

“Work on your costume and return early tomorrow. No excuses.”

Cautiously, Esmeralda walked to her car.

From behind, she heard a scream.

Immediately, she turned and saw Renaldo sitting on the icy concrete.

With a sheepish grin, she shouted, “No practice tomorrow … right?”

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***** If you’re not familiar with the Flamenco dance, watch this video .

Genre:Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson

“Por favor, Renaldo, can we stop all of this practicing. My feet are swollen. My toes ache.”

“Esmeralda, we must practice if we’re going to win the competition.”

“But, it’s snowing and I wish to go home while I still can.”

“The Flamenco has to be perfect; no missteps, we must be flawless.”

“Okay, go, he snarled. Work on your costume and return early tomorrow. No excuses.”

Cautiously, Esmeralda, walked to her car.

From behind she heard a scream.

Quickly, she turned and saw Renaldo sitting on the icy concrete.

With a sheepish grin, she shouted, “No practice tomorrow … right?”

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