Welcome to the weekly writer’s challenge Friday Fictioneers. An excellent writing troupe to join. Enjoy traveling the globe, exploring and commenting on other writer’s “100 word” offerings, after entering your own, of course. As always a special thank you to Rochelle for making this wonderful challenge available to us. To enter click on the link above.
This weeks photo prompt provided by Janet Webb (copyright, 2013):
The photo and my 100 word offering:
For 100 nights in a row, she came.
Head on pillow, he’d fall asleep. Within minutes she’d arrive, tickling his ear, whispering “let’s dance”. Intoxicated, he’d hold her in his arms experiencing heaven. Her gown caressed his body with each movement. In dreamlike trance, they’d dance the night away.
On the 100th night she’d kissed him for the first time and said goodbye. In the morning he woke remembering. The gown, with her lingering fragrance, lay on his bed.
It hangs on the balcony now. In hopes one day she’ll return again to dance the dance of love with him.
Thanks for stopping by to read, I hope your week is going well for you!
86 thoughts on “The Dance of love – Friday Fictioneers”
I loved the hope in this story and the photo, Penny. So romantic.
Thank you very much. Romance is such a very good thing isn’t it! 🙂
Amazing intrigue…loved every word!
Thank you Johann! 🙂
Beautiful and magical! Thanks for introducing me to Friday Fictioneers 🙂
Oh excellent, then you will be entering this week? Please do! 🙂
I will try, thanks for the invite!
this story could be interpreted in so many ways i feel 🙂 nice one..
Thank you, very much for your lovely compliment! 🙂
Lovely tale, but where is the ketchup?
Saving the good stuff for later!
That’s beautiful. It does have a fairy tale feel to it. Is she a ghost or some sort of fairy?
You know David, I couldn’t decide. Part of me wants her to be real, ethereal but other worldly, the “perfect partner” from his point of view (when they are together dancing). Part of me wanted it to be just a dream sequence. I couldn’t decide, so left it hanging, like the dress, I suppose!
Well, that’s the good thing about flash fiction: you have to leave a lot to the reader to decide on their own. Personally, I’m going to go with reformed succubus. 🙂
I’m good with that, but totally reformed. No draining life force or anything bad just hanging out and enjoying herself in a nice way! 🙂
Exactly. Just wants some romance in her life. 🙂
100 glorious nights / he might want to stay asleep waiting…
You’re right! In a dream world, all things are possible!
This reminded me of the story of Scheherazade from ‘The Arabian Nights’ for some reason, a definite fairytale quality to it. Just lovely
Thank you Dee, so much, exactly what I wished to convey! 🙂
Enjoyable read… it will lose her scent this way though.
Thank you! An excellent point, one I missed! 🙂
I’m with Janet on the true story. Lovely, funny and sad all at the same time. Sounds like your parents left you as their living legacy.
I loved the veiled mystery of your dream story. It had a sweetness to it that I enjoyed.
Hi Rochelle, thank you so much.
Regarding a few of the other comments here, I find that placating a macho tendency that permeate’s the male physique is sometime’s the easiest thing to do! The character in the story does stay hopeful for the return of his romantic (dreams?) with memories of the love and joy they shared dancing together. The mystique continues unabated! 🙂 As it should! 🙂
100 nights to have to wait to get kissed and whatever, and then only the dress remains? Is this guy crazy to have waited a 100 nights? Did he kill her after what she put him through? Was he lousyafter that first kiss and that’s why she ran off? But why did she run off without her dress on? Did she steal his clothes?
All-important questions a guy has to ponder on when it comes to lap dances.. er, I mean, love dances.
A very good and thought provoking piece. Randy
Laughing out loud here Randy. Yes, from a man’s perspective too true indeed! Hmmm, let me think.
So this is what really happened, for 100 days she does the dance of the veils for him slowly revealing her lovely body and of course events continued on from there each night. On the 100th night after passionate love making she gently kisses him goodbye (which is a good thing because it’s football season so he won’t have to take time away from his second favorite sport!)
He just has to get the dress out of the way so there’s room for all his buddies (big screen tv is in the bedroom) when they come over for the Monday night game! Okay and she left the dress behind because, well you know women, she didn’t like it anymore! And a happy ending for all! Dreamy romance for women and reality for … guys!
I think I see Bill Murray here and maybe Julia Roberts. And a Dance of Love 2 in the making, post coital and post football!
Thanks for playing. i enjoyed it. Ya did good. Randy
My pleasure, good casting choices too Randy! 🙂
Wow, Penny, you just sapped the mystique out of it for me. 😉
oh, c’mon, Rochelle. Have some wine. That ol’ black mystique/magic will quickly return. Instead of Bill Murray think Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt, Richard Gere, George Clooney, Hugh Jackman,
Jake Gyllenhaal, Liam Neeson, Mark Wahlberg … okay, tell me when to stop. Perhaps all of them? Want more? Have another glass of wine, cherie. How am I doing? How are you do doing? MMMM.
Sttttoooppppppp!!!!! Oy oy oy.
Wispery dance of love. A mirage-like figure. Beautifully written
Thank you Celestine! xx
I’ve seen this scene somewhere before. I can’t remember when or where; perhaps it was a dream.
Stuff that dreams are made of!
Indeed! Thank you!
A lovely dance…the dance of love!
xx 🙂 🙂 xx
Yes it really was! 🙂 xo
Here is hoping he got his wish. I don’t want to go on thinking it was all conjured by liquor.
I’m very hopeful for him Joe, nope no liquor in the mix! 🙂
Penny, I think this story is my favorite one this week. So wistful and sad. I hope she came back to him. I hope she loved him again…..
Thank you, very much. I think she will come back, it’s magic after all (love) when you let it be!
Yes my dear, love most certainly can be a magical thing. It should be….
Very romantic, enchanting.
Thank you Sandra! 🙂
Enchanting and magical. 🙂
Beautiful fairytale-like story. I loved this 🙂
Thank you, very much! 🙂
Awww… he’s a committed man!
He is indeed! I think she’s coming back actually! But then I try to see the positive side of things too!
This was lovely, Penny, with a dream-like quality to it:)
Thank you so much my friend, you are far from my view but near to my heart, Padmini! 🙂 xx
Thank you, penny. The weekend is almost here. Hope you have a lovely one ahead
I hope your weekend is very good one for you also Padmini 🙂
Poignant blend of reality and dreams. Lovely!!
Thank you very much Jan!
Lovely, wistful, sad. All rolled up in so few words.
Thank you Lyn. 100 word limit you know! 🙂
A lovely tale Penny.. Sad but sweet that he can’t let go…
Dreams are like that though … aren’t they!
Good writing creates colors in the mind often unseen and appreciated.
good stuff penny.
Thank you John for your lovely compliment and for taking the time to visit, read and comment. Our time is valuable. I am appreciative of yours!
AnElephantCant hide his admiration
In 100 words there is such heart rending detail
What Penny writes of
Is a magical love
But it’s a dream with no Holy Grail
It is a dream, and I continue to believe in dreams coming true! 🙂 xo
Awww I love this. Love can do wonderful things. I think the way you described this captures the imagination perfectly and draws you in. I love it Penny [I was about to press submit when I realised I had missed the word it LOL]
I read what you wrote to Bulldog as well. That was very moving. How long after that did she go to dance with him?
Soon after, Alastair. Christina and I spent Mom’s last coherent evening with her (sitting up and popping candy corn into her mouth, laughing joyously while she shared memories), the next day she was in a coma, a few days later she went to be with dad! I can see them dancing now. 🙂 xx
Dancing the eternal dance of lovers as they were when they first met. I reminds me a bit of the end of Titanic. Where she goes onto the ship and he’s waiting there for her.
Very nice 🙂
Thank you Gys! 🙂
one thing he couldn’t bare to let go of, perhaps. couldn’t handle having it hang in the closet…nice story, Penny.
Thank you Honie. Dreams and reality, they do tend to flip flop in life sometimes, I believe.
I totally agree with you on that.
Very nice story — a lovely dream.
Thank you. Thank you also for taking the time to visit, read and comment. I appreciate this very much – Penny
Oh good one.. the dance of love.. ever lasting love…
Thank you Bulldog! A wonderful thought isn’t it? My mom and dad were married for 65 years, they loved to dance together. One year after my dad was gone mom said to me … I think it’s time for me to join your dad, We can dance together in heaven. And she did! (true story Bulldog!) xx
Penny, that true story is even better than the beautiful love story you wrote above. You touched my heart.
Thanks Janet, I admit to tearing up as I recalled that to Bulldog. Mom and Dad could dance just about any dance together, they loved music and dancing so much! 🙂
Bill and I took ballroom dancing lessons for a bit, but it didn’t take too well, more on his part than mine, but… However, I do love to dance to old rock music and even though it’s not Bill’s favorite thing, he’s always out there with me.
Way to go Bill, well actually way to go Janet (and Bill)! 🙂