A Dance to the Sound of Rain

Angelica dances the allemande to a polyphony of rain on the tennis ground — the gentle timbre of the net, the dissonance of asphalt. We are passing through; the journey has been long, and she has not uttered a word. But as she twirls — barefoot in the deluge — with the caress of green velvet against her leg, I realise she will always be free in a way I can never be — who is the captor, who is the captive now?

© 2017 The Wasted Love Song
In response to: Three Line Tales, Week 76
Image credit: Sam Burriss via Unsplash


Many thanks to Sonya for organising Three Line Tales.

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