The Flame of the Flamenco
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The Flame of the Flamenco
Ruby was the flame of the Flamenco,
a tavern on the docks of Costa del Sol.
Men were entranced by her fiery dancing
as she gave off flashes of red and gold.
Ruby called one man to dance with her.
Her skirt ruffled and swished across the floor.
The man was caught up in her rhapsody
as her husband crept in the back door.
The husband just stood and looked at them.
Neither dancer was the slightest aware.
They clicked their heels to the guitar strings.
Ruby stomped and tossed her head in the air.
She took the flower from her hair to her lips,
tempting the man as he leaned to grab it.
The husband just stood and looked at them,
with one hand, deeply in one pocket.
At the heat of the dance Ruby suddenly fell.
A last strum and guitars ceased to play.
Her black bodice had a knife in the back
and on the Flamenco tavern floor she lay.
They police never caught the husband.
In seconds, he was out of sight.
Ruby, the flame of the Flamenco
danced her fiery finale that night
entry on Soup 9/24/17
Let the Pens Flow Narrative Contest
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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