Flash-Fiction with the words "dance", "walk", and "question"
|I could see Sydney’s expression change when she realized it was time. It was her first-ever dance performance, and naturally, she was nervous.
“You’ll be fine, Sydney. You’ll perform in front of people you know anyway.” I comforted her.
The walk to our community’s auditorium takes five minutes, so we weren’t late.
“What if I mess up, Mom? Or forget the steps?” She looked up at me.
“You’ve been practicing a while, sweetheart; you won’t,” I reassured her.
When we finally reached, I sent her backstage and took my seat.
Since we lived in a tiny community, I knew everyone here. I was thus surprised when a tall lady I had never seen before approached me.
“Can I ask you a question?” She asked.
“Sure, how can I help?” I smiled.
“Do you know this girl?” She held up a picture of Sydney.
My smile disappeared. My eyes scanned the lady for a moment, and I immediately realized where she was from- The Organization.
“No, I’m sorry.” I lied.
As soon as the dance got over, I grabbed Sydney and rushed out. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the glare limited my sight behind us. But I sensed someone trailing us. I knew what I had to do.
As we entered the house, I made Sydney sit on the couch. With tears in my eyes, I thought of the time the engineers brought her to life.
My job was to keep her away from this organization, which imprisoned people like her out of fear.
I had failed.
“Mom?” Her voice was soft.
I wiped my tears.
“I’ll always love you, Sydney.” I flipped the switch.