dancing shoes

She wore a party dress. It was the only dress she'd ever owned but she wore it every day, her dirty feet peeping out from the green hemline like little mud covered piglets.

She danced up and down the street, spinning the skirt around and around.

She had always wanted to go to a ball and be asked to dance by the prince or to the dinner and be led to the dance floor by the handsome and mysterious host... But she had never been to either of these events, she had only ever danced alone in the street with her green silk dress and muddy little toes. She closed her eyes as she danced and imagined a room full of smiling dancing people around her and the sound of the music. Oh the music, she could only dream about its harmonies and melodies, she hummed along as she dipped and twirled on the concrete, busy in her fantasy world not realising her feet were worn bloody and bare.

As the humming in her head slowly pattered out so did the sound of her feet slapping against the pavement. It was the quiet, seemingly sudden to her, that snapped her from her dreams. She found herself lying on the ground under a smoggy night sky, wishing on a star for her life to begin.