50 Word Stories: Hey-Ho

We met one wild, windy evening outside the theatre, her temporary home. Dressed in jeans and a white tee shirt, she exuded the careless abandon of the dancer she was, uncontainable, free spirited. For two weeks, I knew her world, her life. Hey-ho, two weeks was better than none.

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