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You were always the better dancer.

I had the legs but your feet could rattle out steps quicker and slicker than my heels could. Your feet could kick, spin and twirl, sashaying circles around me.

So I stopped dancing and stood still.

It didn’t matter that I had the legs, the curves the lips, the perfect smiles for photo flash moments. You were the dancer who flew down streets and step-ball-changed down walkways; toes never quite touching down long enough for me to count the footwork. You choreographed your life into routines that only you knew.

Knowing you didn’t help.


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Carol Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.


  1. Dear Carol,

    I loved “you choreographed your life”. I have a tendency, as a dancer, to think of life and writing as things we choreograph. Nicely told.



  2. summerstommy2 says

    Hi Carol,
    Is this a story about resentment? Or about coming to terms with your characters limitations? Either way I enjoyed the questions you raised in me. Well done.

  3. What a sense of sadness came through this story to me! I felt as if there were opportunities lost and joys missed because of comparison and that feeling of not being good enough. What a shame.


  4. Comparison usually comes out bad for one or the other. Either superiority or inferiority is the usual result.

  5. This is a lesson I’m still learning, not to compare who I was born to be with someone else. Everyone has something to offer.

  6. Oozing descriptions – there is sadness or maybe even an edge of bitterness, true to the memory for many. There was always someone better – sad she stopped still.

  7. Oh the bitterness in this story! How sad your character didn’t figure out that nobody is ‘better’ than anybody else, just different in their talents! I like: ‘You choreographed your life into routines that only you knew.’ Your character should have realised that it applied to herself too! Great story. At the end I wanted to read more. Ann

  8. Why did I love this? Maybe because I wanted to be that dancer that wanted to be that light on her feet. Someone was always better than me. Ah well, I finally found something I was better at. 😉

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