To tango with life

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The sun slid behind the clouds, then slid right back out as if dancing a tango with various admirers. My heart joined in the merriment and jiggled too.

In a few minutes I would meet him. Mr Greaves. I closed my eyes and willed it to be good news. All these years of wondering, questioning my existence could end today.

Mr Greaves beckoned me to enter his office. “I’m sorry, Alana. Your parents died three years ago.”

His next words pulled me back from the edge of a black abyss, “But you have a brother.”

95 words

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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle, a flash fiction challenge to write a story in 100 words or less. Click the frog to read more flash fiction.

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