Danse Macarbe #flashfiction

Posted on Nov 14, 2020 by TanGental

The consultant’s words soared like the opening sequence of her acclaimed Nutcracker, ‘We removed the tumour, but…’
A but, from an optimist!
‘Molly?’
Her smile sank gracefully to his stage, part of his chorus. ‘How long?’
He misunderstood. ‘I’d say a year.’
‘To dance?’
The space behind his eyes told her. Not even that.
She scheduled everything in meticulous detail: the anniversary of her promotion to principal.
Standing by the bridge this audience was sparse: a sea-sharp wind deterred all but the hardy. One gasp as once 5000 had, following her jump.
The swirling currents enveloped her in one final rapturous acclaim.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.

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