Becca stumbles at the entrance to her building, dropping her keys and shopping bag in her clumsy anxiety to get in out of the interminable Seattle rain, captivated by movement out of the corner of her eye.
Down the street, in the downpour that shimmers in the streetlights. A woman. Dancing in the street, alone, not caring if anyone is watching.
Poetry in motion.
The woman pirouettes around the corner and out of sight, leaving Becca to wonder yet again how other people learn how to get through life as a fluid.

Every week, Ivy at Uncharted hosts the Six Sentence Stories flash fiction linkup and blog hop. This week’s six is a vignette from The Life and Times of Jane Doe; this week’s cue was “fluid.” Fun sixes from other writers are at the link. Join us!
Graceful goes along way. Good visual
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I’ve longed my whole life to be graceful. No. I trip over carpet lint. lol
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Wonderfully descriptive and a brilliant use of the prompt.
Click to read my Six!
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Thanks so much! I liked yours better though.
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Oh I love that. How indeed!
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I’m still trying to figure it out. That’s most of the fun, I guess.
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It brings a beautiful image to mind. How i’d love to learn to dance in the rain.
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hey! my comment…( my precious, precious comment) (I hate when I do that*)
very effective Six on many levels. to evoke a ‘reasonable’ dreamlike episode that, while not of normal life, not so far as to be impossible. on a level, slightly (more than slightly, given the right mood) scary a scene. and finally a story to helps turn inwards.
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Thanks! It was partly the cue and partly the photo, this time.
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* ‘that’ being, most likely not hitting send or watching to see it show up…
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lol
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It’s a fine thought, dancing in the night rain and not caring if anyone sees or not. Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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“…learn how to get through life as a fluid.”
Learning? Perhaps. Maybe it’s a learning thing for Becca. Maybe her self consciousness has wound chains around her inner self? 🙂
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Could be!
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