Saturday, December 8, 2007

Fiction 55 Friday - A day late..

Her head reeling, she felt faint. The lights swirled around her head as if she was dancing and spinning so fast that only her partner was in focus. She closed her eyes for a moment, blinking hard, but the lights began to pulsate. She yelled to her parents: “Please stop the car! No more Christmas lights!”

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