50 Word Stories: Red Shoes

The jukebox clicked over: Bowie, Let’s Dance.

The tips of her long, auburn hair twitched, then shuddered, then shook. Her head swayed as her arms loosed themselves from her sides. Freedom. She was free. Lost and found. I watched her red shoes, a scarlet blur, and smiled. She deserved it.

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