Alastair’s Photo Fiction: The Dancing Partner

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“Somebody has been shot.” screamed Ron, bringing the cruise ship dance to a halt.
“Who? Where?” cried Walter. Then there began a hurried search amongst the dancers. Later, they discovered an old gentleman holding his heart and slipping down.
“Walter, treat him, man. Come along.” shouted someone. The reluctant doctor moved from the dancing room towards the dining hall. Walter, after checking his patient, ordered him to be moved to his room, saying that he would get back to him in a few minutes.
“Hasn’t he been shot?” asked his friend, disappointedly
“Nope. Apparently he had fainted from the commotion in the dancing floor.”
“But Ron said…”
“I know. I just repeated what my dancing partner told me.” said Ron
“Where is that girl? I danced with her, but had never seen her before. ”
“Me neither. She asked me for a dance.”
“I danced with her too. Hey, I am not able to find my wallet.”
Everyone complained of some loss. Ron hurried to the deck, feeling his finger for his expensive ring. He saw a helicopter flying close to the ship and a pair of red heels disappearing inside.
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24 thoughts on “Alastair’s Photo Fiction: The Dancing Partner

  1. Now that is a good cat burglar, just a fly by burglary!
    I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve read your work, so I’m sorry. I’ve been pretty bad about blog reading these days since I’ve been so busy, but I’ll try to keep up with your postings. I hope you had a great New Year’s.
    -David

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