"What a marvellous night," her soft voice as smooth and thick as honey came through the air. Her mother sat, hands poised on the keys of the piano, ready to play as her father took her hand leading her to the middle of the room.
The first note rung out through the house, sending shivers down her back. It was a song she knew so well, its ups its downs, its turns and tails. It had been engrained in her heart long ago. Moving away from her father she twirled and bent. Her body moving freely with the soul of the notes, she kept going, moving to a dance she had also been taught long before. Building up into the anger of the song, quickening the movement of her feet with arms following. Her feet worked smoothly over the floorboards, practised beyond her years. A song in which everything she had ever known could be shown. She twirled through the hallway listening to the echoes and out the open front door, dancing on the wet grass in the light of the front room, able to see the back of her mother as she ran her fingers along the keys, both of them dancing together so well-practised she had her eyes closed.
The song drew to a close, falling onto the grass on her back she looked up at the night sky wishing for a miracle that would never come. She lay listening as the night man came bustling down the streets. Playing through her mind Clair De Lune, watching her mother's fingers gracefully dance over the keyboard, watching a couple in their finest dancing slowly together, watching before her eyes the memories she could never keep away.
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Through Her Lives
Teen FictionMorgandy is a girl of mystery to many and has lived through many lives. She's on a never ending cycle with fate and misfortune but maybe this life will lead her somewhere else...
