Friday Fictioneers: Dance With Me In Barcelona


friday-fictioneersFriday Fictioneers is a weekly Flash Fiction challenge that features writers from all over the world. Use the photo prompt to write a 100-word story and join this group of Kool Kats, led by our talented and generous leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog Addicted Purple, to read more stories, learn more, or join in. The photo this week was sent in by Dee Lovering. I always appreciate honest, constructive feedback. Tell me what you think; please leave a comment.

© Dee Lovering

© Dee Lovering

Dance With Me In Barcelona

Dreamy guitar drifts across the square. You take my hand and pull me to my feet. I ignore the bystanders; they don’t understand. We have always danced without concern for who might judge– in the market, our favorite restaurant, and here in our city.

Twenty years of marriage: four wonderful kids, all grown now, and so many memories. This place, where we spent our honeymoon, is the perfect place to dance.

I ignore those who stare. With hearts forever heavy, we buried you six months ago. Today I will dance with you one last time, my love; let them stare.

(100 words)

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GIPY

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About Dawn Quyle Landau

Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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55 Responses to Friday Fictioneers: Dance With Me In Barcelona

  1. wildbilbo says:

    Damn… that hurt. I seriously wasn’t expecting that last paragraph. Really well done – emotive stuff.
    KT

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  2. Carrie Rubin says:

    Beautiful and heartbreaking, Dawn.

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  3. susanissima says:

    Unexpected ending, nice. Viva Bar-the-lona!

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  4. Mike Lince says:

    Sadness naturally accompanies death. However, I experienced the joy of the dance in your story. I don’t know if that was meant to be the focus of this piece, but that is how it came out for me. Perhaps in part it is because the memories of Barcelona are still so fresh in my memory, and it is a joyful, almost magical place. In any case, your descriptions are illustrative, and the ending was an unexpected surprise. – Mike

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  5. etomczyk says:

    This was lovely–one of my favorite and a perfect example of what flash fiction is supposed to be. Not to mention that the love story/dance happens in one of my favorite cities. Don’t you just love Barcelona?

    Sorry I haven’t been around in awhile. Got way to many plates spinning in the air. Glad to see you’re still here and doing well. Cheers!

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  6. micklively says:

    “Love as though you’ve never been hurt; dance as though no one is looking.”
    Lovely writing Dawn.

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  7. Great twist at the end, Dawn. I could feel the emotion. You gave it just enough backstory for us to understand. Well done as always. — Suzanne

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  8. Sandra says:

    A balanced mix of sadness and joy. Well done.

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  9. Cathy Ulrich says:

    So how did you know that the photo is from Barcelona if you haven’t been there, Dawn? Because it is Barcelona. The last time we were there, we stayed very close to where this photo was taken. Great story.

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  10. ansumani says:

    A well done story on grief and celebrating love.

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  11. And there you go again; setting such a lovely scene, sucking me right in. And then wham! Right in the solar plexus. Painfully beautiful.

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  12. Ouch! So many feelings wrapped up in this story. Well done, my dear.

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  13. plaridel says:

    i got mixed emotions reading this. heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time.

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  14. rgayer55 says:

    Beautifully written, Dawn. I can just see her swirling, eyes closed, dancing with the memory of her lover.

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  15. Amy Reese says:

    Beautiful, Dawn. Dancing with the memories she will hold in her heart forever. Nicely done!

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  16. Nan Falkner says:

    Dear Dawn, Beautiful dance with words. Lovely order! Very moving and she will remember this dance forever! Nan

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  17. I liked it, too.
    Randy

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  18. I’m smiling with a little ache in my heart. I think that the ones who leave us would want us to carry on, as your character clearly did.
    Tracey

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  19. What a bittersweet feeling at the end… I think dancing is the only way to cope in the end,

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  20. Taygibay says:

    You may be interested in this if you know it not ( I’d tend to think you do ) :

    Sting singing Cueca Solo about the Chilean artillerists that protested their
    abducted and often killed husbands by the Pinochet dictator by dancing …
    alone.

    Great one, Tay.

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    • Thanks Taygibay… a gorgeous song, that I’ve loved for many, many years. It was a great anthem against the oppression of the of Pinochet dictatorship… Welcome to Tales From the Motherland. I appreciate you stopping to read and comment.

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  21. gahlearner says:

    You did your job with me too, I went right from smiling to swallowing hard. Very beatifully written.

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  22. Dear Dawn,

    My Spanish teacher in college was from Barthelona. it drove her nuts that I’d picked up and Argentinian accent from a high school foreign exchange student. I know it has nothing to do with your beautifully touching story but I had to throw it in for fun.

    As a dancer, the last thing I would want in the event of my death is for my loved ones to stop dancing. Poignant and heartbreaking with an undercurrent of joy for a life well lived.

    Shalom.

    Rochelle

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    • Thanks Rochelle! I agree, I would want those I love to dance… and sing. 😉

      I had a Spanish teacher from Ethpania, and Barthelona… so, I have always loved the “th.” Shabbat shalom!

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  23. Home. Run. Period.

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  24. storydivamg says:

    It’s my week to be running behind schedule, Dawn, but I’m so glad I stopped by for a read. Stunning story, so well told. Kudos.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

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  25. Amy P says:

    It hit so close to my heart, having danced 40 years, but now gone for 18 months. I love your way with words , thank you

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  26. Pam says:

    Dawn, I love reading your blogs!

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