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Five Sentence Fiction
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It worked nicely into a 44th wedding anniversary here at Welcome Words.
While Anna and the King ask, “Shall We Dance?”
Snow White and the Prince warm up those iron shoes for the Queen.
Over on the
Side, the Jets and the Sharks get ready to
Fair Eliza, gone from gutter to drawing room, could have waltzed all night
And Ms. Cinders left her partner with empty arms at twelve.
It was 1969 when our dance began.
Forty-four years and you can still find us, sweatshirt to sweatshirt,
As we soft-shoe to the radio in the kitchen.
Aah, how lovely.ReplyDelete
Hi, Freya. Thanks!Delete
I really love this!ReplyDelete
Thanks, Ann. It was a nice opportunity to mark our 44th.Delete
I already liked this, and then I got to the lovely detail, "sweatshirt to sweatshirt." So telling and sweet. Keep on dancing! Also, thanks for stopping by and commenting. I think I will avoid Nutella!ReplyDelete
Ah yes, Nutella. Save yourself. It's too late for me.ReplyDelete
This is so sweet :-)ReplyDelete
I love that you're still dancing in the kitchen after 44 years. Great love poem!ReplyDelete