Time for another installment of
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 West
Side , the Jets and the Sharks get ready to
rumble.
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.
ReplyDeleteHi, Freya. Thanks!
DeleteI really love this!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ann. It was a nice opportunity to mark our 44th.
DeleteI 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!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, Nutella. Save yourself. It's too late for me.
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet :-)
ReplyDeleteI love that you're still dancing in the kitchen after 44 years. Great love poem!
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