Flash Fiction: Her Last Dance
Lily Pad ©Kat Moser
By Ann Catherine
Ingrid sought out solitude in nature. Anxiety fed on her mind like a parasite. She had been on the run for so long, but the crisp, still air was peaceful.
She lifted herself onto the tips of her toes and began to dance. She spun with her arms and leg outstretched, to fight off the devils that oppressed her, and with her eyes closed, as if to shield herself from what she feared most. This was the only defense Ingrid had left.
But she was too weak. Her muscles failed her, and she collapsed onto the dirt and fallen leaves. The ground dissolved under her and she began to sink, with only the trees to bear witness.
