Dancing with the Devil

We’d been home for so long, missing friends, missing company, missing good times. We decided to take a night off and go out to the pub – you know, that one down by the university with the big dance floor. We danced a lot and drank some beer and had a great time. That was 2 weeks ago. Today we are sitting in line to get a COVID-19 test because we both feel really bad.

Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “dancing with the devil.”

Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “Dancing with the Devil”

  1. He twirled her through the dancing crowd. She smiled at him but her smile was not returned. He glanced at the door where there was a woman with horrified, devastated eyes and said suddenly, “I have to go.” He slipped away, and she realized she’d been dancing with the devil.

    I doubt it’s any good but there’s my fifty words.

  2. They gathered under a white tent,
    a large family, hugging and happy
    to be together, enjoying a June evening.
    No one wore masks; they didn’t need them,
    did they? “We’re all healthy,” they said.
    And they ate and sang, danced and laughed,
    talked into the wee hours of morning. “Creating
    memories,” they said. “It’s fine, we’re in the country,
    fresh air and good home cooking.” And they danced
    and danced and dancing, not knowing
    they were dancing with the devil.

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