For this week’s challenge, you must write a fifty-word story. Not five thousand, not five hundred, but precisely fifty words.
She slipped while dancing under the disco ball.
It was her moment but she ruined it.
A tear. Her mascara was ruined. Her heart, breaking.
A voice said: “Are you okay?”
“Get up. Dance with me.”
She reached out for his hand, and a fairytale began.