Buenos Aires – Prompt Night A Dash of Sunny


If you let me

I would dance with you

I would offer my hands

my waist, my hips

my lips would almost …

leave their coral stain on your cheek

If you let me


If you let me

I would entice you with my feather feet

spark the floorboards

with my fiery stamp

whisper my fingertips over your wrist

and watch your pupils dilate at the very idea

If you let me


I will dance on my own

until then

I will be the vibration of the air

until then

I will be the music

alone –

until then.


Will you let me?


This week over at A Dash of Sunny, we are asked to write about dance. I took a slightly different tack, hence the picture I have included above. Here in the UK, with all of the political wranglings that are taking place, we seem to be in the midst of an overt anti-difference backlash. I don’t like it, not one bit. Everyone is equal. Nobody deserves to be marginalised.

Please do head on over to take part, or just read other offerings, if that’s all you want to do. But most of all, enjoy!



Masquerade – Friday Fictioneers

After a few weeks of festive absence, here I am with my entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - Dawn Q. Landau

Copyright – Dawn Q. Landau

– Masquerade –

“So our extensive funding for your art installation has produced… this?”

I hated him, and his condescension. I counted to ten, desperate for Jilly to fill the silence. She did.

“Mr Rogers, of course you know that this is a Second World War pill box. You will also realise – being an expert in military history – that it is the only one in the country to have been manned entirely by gay men. They were ready to lay down their lives, just the same as everyone else. Sadly, it was the only place in the world where they felt safe to be themselves. Ironic, don’t you think?”

Take that, you bigot.


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The Light Fantastic – Five Sentence Fiction

It’s time for my latest offering to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction, a weekly prompt where there is no word limit, just a limit on the number of sentences. Plus, although she provides a word prompt, it is just for direction only – you don’t have to include the word itself in your contribution.

This week, the prompt is  – DANCING.

old-couple-dancingImage Source

Do let me know what you think of my offering below – and whilst you’re at it, why not take a look at everyone else’s offerings (I’m sure they’ll be fabulous), and even give it a go yourself…


– The Light Fantastic –

Maeve hummed to herself as Georgie guided her round, completing the reverse turn and feather finish to perfection, their signature move.

The music played on, the lights shone, her dress sparkling and glinting as it swayed around her calves – soft kisses against her skin.

Finally it came to an end, and she prepared her stage smile to acknowledge the applause from enchanted audience.

“We’re just too avant-garde for them, sweetheart,” whispered Georgie, as they marched across the dance floor, heads held high.

Silence followed their departure – 1930s Blackpool was just not ready for the sight of two women dancing together in public, not yet.

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