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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Thursday, 13 October 2016

The evening dance

The evening dance wears them out
A ragged pas de deux
They take it in turns to lead the floor
And tonight it's her.

They kick and spin around the room
Tired but dressed to kill
Clattering on the wooden boards
Connoisseurs of the thrill.

She throws her arms around his neck
Tightening as she goes
He breaks her grip and staggers as
The music crescendos.

They hiss and spit around the room
He foxtrots into her
These final steps are always when
Most accidents occur.
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