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by mxnasi
Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2223939
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.

She frowned.

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.

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