tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post7001374157776926272..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: Fantasy TV: Vice and Virtue Personified: The Charity Episode Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-59075173625432948312013-11-19T18:58:37.088-05:002013-11-19T18:58:37.088-05:00Wow, that was a hard one! And I see I took "...Wow, that was a hard one! And I see I took "charity" to mean something completely different than you.Annenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-43961242452707742612013-11-19T18:55:55.216-05:002013-11-19T18:55:55.216-05:00Prompt: Fantasy TV: Vice and Virtue Personified: T...Prompt: Fantasy TV: Vice and Virtue Personified: The Charity Episode<br /><br /><br />“You ready?” I whispered.<br /><br />Mariellen nodded. She was always silent before a performance. I couldn’t keep from chattering. The semi-celebs watching us didn’t help, either, ratcheting my nerves up another notch. I fingered my ribbons again, making sure they were wrapped just as I desired. <br /><br />The opening bars of the theme song started and our ribbons tightened. Mariellen and I rose together, seemingly tangled, but every wrap of the ribbon was designed. I was vice tonight, and Mariellen virtue; we swapped roles to keep our skills flexible. Dancing the opening credits of a game show wasn’t exactly my dream, but it was a job. And I was dancing doing it, too. Better than some of the starry-eyed girls in my childhood dance troop could say now.<br /><br />“Tonight on Vice and Virtue Personified,” said the announcer, “we’re joined by Miss Beauty, daughter of the famous Sleeping, and Ralph, Assistant Head Elf in Santa’s workshop. They’ll face off today for charity; the winner will donate...”<br /><br />I let the words flow past me as I concentrated on my dance. Over, under, spin. I flung out a loose end of ribbon behind me, for Mariellen to catch. I leaned forward on it, and fell, abruptly, to a secondary ribbon. I looked behind me. Mariellen wasn’t there.<br /><br /><br />Time writing: ~25 minAnnenoreply@blogger.com