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100wordsTitle: 'Dancing in the Dark'
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted toficlet_zone
Scene: A room. It's indescribable, apart from being in total darkness, though furniture is probably present. We hear a lot of stumbling.
Henry: Damn! I just stubbed my toe! Or someone stepped on it.
Lilian: Sorry; I think I did. But I think something's wrong. Where's Alan?
Alan: I am currently on the floor, rethinking my life choices, and contemplating the gravity of the situation.
Marsha: Meaning?
Alan: Meaning I tripped over the rug. Continue without me.
Henry: But that'll turn our square dance into a triangle dance!
Marsha: Well, this is what we get for dancing in the dark.
Fandom: Original Fiction
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
ficlet_zoneScene: A room. It's indescribable, apart from being in total darkness, though furniture is probably present. We hear a lot of stumbling.
Henry: Damn! I just stubbed my toe! Or someone stepped on it.
Lilian: Sorry; I think I did. But I think something's wrong. Where's Alan?
Alan: I am currently on the floor, rethinking my life choices, and contemplating the gravity of the situation.
Marsha: Meaning?
Alan: Meaning I tripped over the rug. Continue without me.
Henry: But that'll turn our square dance into a triangle dance!
Marsha: Well, this is what we get for dancing in the dark.
