Doll Love
The Tin Solider bowed.
The Ballerina curtsied.
He wrapped his arms around her satin waist.
She waited.
One step back.
One step to the left.
One step front.
One step to the right.
Soon they were gliding back again.
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4..
They held each other's gaze.
Their dance all too soon came to an end as a rhythmic pounding began in the distance. She looked beseechingly up at the Tin Solider speaking without words, and he held her close once more.
They shared a soft sweet, all too quick kiss.
He held her till the last moment, when the pounding was outside their door. As the door flung open they dropped helplessly, lifelessly, to the floor.
It was not a moment later that they were ripped away from one another.
And even though in that moment they could feel nothing else but heartbreak they knew that tonight they would share another dance.