kent100-word Flash Fiction

This week’s story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

This week, I’m offering a follow-up to my story from last time (Faint memories). I hope you enjoy it.

Victoria squirmed in the tightly bound corset. Rivulets of sweat trickled down her back.

Her senses ached in the opulence of His Majesty’s ballroom. Danseurs, as colorful as the palace gardens gone wild, twirled and bowed in perfect, practiced time to the music.

Her own partner leered only at her bosom. His breath smelled of garlic and sour wine. Again, she squirmed. Would this dreadful waltz ever end? She had to escape this oppressive city.

All went black. Her knees buckled.

“Victoria? Are you awake?”

A sterile white room. Beeping monitors. Green scrubs hovering over her.

Oh no, not again.



27 thoughts on “#FF (Part 2): Pourquoi moi?

  1. Victoria leads quite the exciting dance life. Next? A rave. A 1920s dance-athon. Dancing with the Stars?
    Great story pulling the two prompts together!

  2. She’s doing a lot of fainting. I hope she doesn’t find she has some dreadful medical condition. Hallucinations, blackouts – sounds ominous to me. Fun story nevertheless.

  3. I wonder if she is a dancer in the hospital reality, too, and if shes fainted/had an accident that sent her to her memory coma. I’m looking forward to the next installment. 🙂

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