Ella watched in wonder as the ballerina’s twirled and spun around the wintery stage. For years she had wanted to see Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker ballet. Now, here she was in a magnificent theater, not far from Rockefeller center and the magnificent Christmas tree. It was truly a magical, wintery wonderland time of year.
My flash fiction is always longer than about 200 words. This comes in at fifty two words. Whoa. I was listening to classical winter like music, and since Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Ballet has been one I am dying to see one day… It was in my head.
And because I like this image I’m adding it to the post
It’s a beautiful short story and the pics go so well with it.
Oh, wow, thank you so much. If you want to seem some great images that are completely free to use, check out unsplash.com I have been so lucky to have found them through the blogging course. Pictures make a blog post in my opinion. In the words of Alice… “what’s the point of a book with no pictures.” 🙂