PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero
She wanted, more than anything, to study art. She coveted the title Art Historian, She loved beauty, mystery, romance, the vistas of a world she would never see for herself. Art would take her away from her invalid chair and her dreams of dancing.
The only reminder of her lost gift was the pair of high-heeled dance shoes she refused to throw away. How she had whirled, twirled, romped and stomped through her routines, feeling as if nothing could stop her from flying away from earth’s gravity and into the vast universe.
If only. If only.
Just Writing! 
A sad tale. I was wondering if many people would use the book title, but i think yours was the first I’ve seen.
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It seemed important. Fit easily into the story.
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Touching tale, well done.
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Sad and nicely written. I liked it.
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I understand holding on to dancing shoes, hiking boots, running shoes… after those activities must be left behind. Like your character, I held on to those shoes for several years… lost in memories. I hope she, too, let go and got herself something else… that helped her enjoy life with the body and abilities she has now.
You capture the feeling wonderfully.
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It’s real life, isn’t it? The picture really put me in a melancholic mood.
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It is. Before hurting my hip and becoming a host to nerve damage, dancing and running were my biggest loves. It was difficult letting go of my dancing shoes–and goodness knows I had too many. I gave them away slowly, and to people I knew would love them. That particular pair went to the granddaughter of a dear friend. I was extremely happy when she sent me a picture of herself right before going out dancing. It was wonderful to see my shoes on dancing feet, and bittersweet too… but mostly wonderful. I guess some of those feelings leaked through my last photo of them (which I keep, lol)… I still enjoy looking at them, and smiling at old memories… while I dance on bare feet.
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You have a wonderful story to tell.
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Dear Linda,
Bittersweet story. But as an artist she can channel that creative bent in other directions. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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So sad, but also positive. She has new dreams even though she holds on to the past. Maybe the shoes help her finding her new dreams and goals in life. She has the strength to pursue them.
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I do hope she’ll get the chance to study and find joy in it. It may not be the giddiness of the dance floor. but perhaps the happiness it brings will soothe her heart just the same.
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The nice thing about these little stories is that we can often end them however it pleases us 🙂
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I often like thinking of the happier outcomes to these tales. 🙂
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So very true when it comes to dancers. They believe they can go on forever but the body claims them and they can only relish in the before of when they could. (Thoughts from a former dancer).
I enjoyed your take on the prompt.
Isadora 😎
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I’m no dancer, but I have a friend who is feeling her age at 60+, and misses what she used to be able to do. Still, she is strong and graceful, as only a dancer can be 🙂
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Oh yes, it’s all in the posture. : )
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Beautifully captured
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How sad. I read a young girl’s blog last fall. She had been in an automobile accident and was paralyzed shortly after high school graduation. She spoke of her loneliness and the heartbreak of never being able to have children, and the envy she felt of her sister who had recently given birth.
At least your character is focusing on what she “can” do instead of what she “can’t.” Well done.
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That is indeed a sad story. Such tragedy. We who have never experienced it rarely think of all the future losses.
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This story says so much. It is good she is building a new world for herself,
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Adjusting to life is an art all by itself.
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Touching story, I loved that she found art as an escape.
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Hopefully her imagination and her art studies will take her more places than dancing shoes ever could.
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Oh, dear! This is so sad… A constant reminder of her loss.
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This is such a touching story. I feel her pain about not being able to dance as well as her longing to channel that energy into art. Well done.
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Sad story indeed but hopefully she’ll find another way to express herself
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This was well written and sad. It must be difficult to adjust.
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You got me right in the feels with that one.
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🙂
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As someone who loves to dance, dance, dance! I loved this take on the prompt. I’m tapping my heels as I write this.
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