“May I help you?” Lynsey approached the elderly woman who was peering into one of the empty dance studios.
The woman adjusted her glasses. “Are you in charge here, dear?”
“Yes, I’m Lynsey Anderson, the Director of Admissions.”
“Good!” The woman smiled. “I’m Jane West and I want to sign up for September.”
Lynsey frowned. “Sign up for… ballet?”
“Yes indeed. Ballet has always been my dream, and just like all your posters say, we should follow our dreams. Right?”
“Right. But…” Lynsey glanced at cane Jane was using for balance.
The smile faded from Jane’s face. “Are you saying it’s too late for me, Lynsey? My time has run out?”
Lynsey tried to be diplomatic. “Perhaps you have other dreams that are more realistic.”
“Just scraps.” Jane turned away. “That was the last one.”
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Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 30
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Loved it. She goes from nervous to excited to let down and so sad at the end. Beautiful. I really enjoyed reading.
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Thank you ❤️
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Most welcome. 😊
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Sometimes dreams just don’t come true. Most times, I think, actually.
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Yeah…
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So sad!
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Yah 😢
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😞
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Lynsey should have let Jane buy a tutu then she could pretend to be following her dreams.
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True too…
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Well, that was rude of the director. She should have given the lady a chance at least to try. 🙂
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You never know… 😻
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