Holding her arms out to her lover, she took a delicate step forward. She curtseys, watching her lover bow in front of her. Both stepping forward, one hand rests on the waist of the other, the other one held in the air. In the background is the faint sound of an antique record player humming off in distance. The pair begin a waltz.
The house shutters to the pulse of the music, the bombs exploding outside adding to the base of the tune. Her lover dips her low to the marble tiles of the ballroom, then pulls her into a spin. The glass windows shatter next to them, impaling them with shards of glass and nuclear radiation. They continue to dance.
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Short Stories!
Short StoryCover by @withjejide!! This is a collection of short stories by me! If I have a friend who wrote it I will tag them in it! If you have any suggestions, please tell me! I am always happy to write some more!
