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The Actress

 

Foot falls echoed down a low lit hall, lights flickered through the passage; a bulb broken. The floors are smooth, but dust uneven their surface; scattered leaves bunched in the corners. The footfalls stop, and sweet sound covers the remnants of echo. Below a small arched doorway, a small girl is, the foot falls hers, and the leaves and dust a bequeathed job to remove them from the floor. Isabella, a small olive toned child, her hair twisting about her face in swirls of dark thick ink, splattering out harshly from being kissed by the mornings breeze, watches from the doorway, as a young ballerina spins gracefully, her legs and arms reaching, stretching, and filling the air with movements so genteel, yet fierce emotion raw for the child to stare. Isabella loved the theater, where her mother and sister worked, but never could she be, not a ballerina, for her crippled toes, and broken feet hurt harsh with pain even as she stood, or ripped her heart as she walked down the floor, no, not her, Isabella swept the floors.

 

By AlyssaDawnw

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