Her engagement party was next week! That's right, she was engaged! She was excited, of course, for she had been long awaiting this day, but her worry tamed her excitement. There was just one tiny problem... Lady Thyella Grace could not dance to save her life.
My take on the 'two characters rushing to get the last copy of a book' scenario. ''Come on, come on!' He whispered, eyes darting from spine to spine, brows furrowed, forehead dripping with sweat. Not this shelf. Whipping around, he scanned the next row. 'Ah!' he exclaimed. There it was, in all its glory. Pristine spin...
(A short story of my take on the saying under the same name) By the time they'd realise the truth, it'd be too late. Finally, the crack of dawn signalled that his time was up. "Until tomorrow, my little lambs," he growled, and fled.