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Subject: {ASSM} {BSFSF} The lovers' dance Author: Harriet Scott
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Title: {ASSM} {BSFSF} The lovers' dance Author: Harriet Scott
Keywords: Rom
Short Summary: An entry to the Bradley Stoke Flash Stroke Festival.


The lovers' dance

Oh, that silver night in Xanthos. Your hands were warm, pressed to
mine, and we talked all night, from moon to sun, silver to gold; what
plans we made, such plans, such dreams, the progress of our lives
foretold. Your hands in mine, and cheek to cheek, the breeze in my
hair, your breath on my lip, we danced, we danced, a silent dance, a
lovers' waltz, a carefree chance. And we kissed in the day and swore
we'd stay, together forever.

Chance. A curious word, chance. In the dictionary it means both
fortune and misfortune, an opportunity and a risk. Our grand affair,
our carefree chance: whither the lovers in the lovers' dance? It
wasn't to be, my brightness: forever came too soon.

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