This is my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers 100-word fiction challenge.
Thanks to Liz Young for the very quirky photo prompt and to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the group.
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“I was the greatest choreographer in the world, according to the critics,” said Pablo. “Who am I to argue?
“I was creating a most daring dance show. I planned every detail; unmistakable sexual tension between my young leads, an admirer whose attentions were cruelly spurned, watching from the wings. I chose sorrowful music for the beautiful dancer spinning into that poor admirer’s waiting blade.
“The jury didn’t believe it was a rehearsal gone wrong.”
Young Mike was aghast. Two whole years banged up with this guy just for stealing some bling? As the cell door closed, Mike felt his first pang of genuine remorse.