Wednesday, November 25, 2015


Ed watched every move carefully. Edna was aghast.

The athlete on TV politely handed the ball to the referee, but then suddenly burst into a series of extreme gyrations. He wobbled his legs as though he might collapse while simultaneously flagging his arms like he was trying to swim. His head moved up and down like a human bobblehead set in a perpetual YES motion. His hips twisted in full synchronization.

“He’s having a seizure!” Edna screamed. “Why don’t they do something?”

Ed shook his head in disappointment.  “As far as touchdown dances go, I’d give it a seven.”

This 99-word story is my contribution to the November 18 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write dance into your story."

Happy Thanksgiving to all from Ed and Edna!

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