The prompt for this story was “Break dancing,” submitted by penguingirl03. This story fits into the current chapter of Auspicious It Ain’t. There are no spoilers.
This story is a true drabble, coming in at exactly and precisely 100 words - no more, no less. (There is an additional 15 word allowance for the title.)
Rating: G
(The break room of Beaudelaire’s after-school job. Beaudelaire is wearing earbuds and holding an imaginary partner in classic ballroom position. He is attempting a waltz, and doing really quite well at not counting out loud anymore. His manager enters and gawps at him in complete and utter astonishment.)
MANAGER: What on earth are you doing?
BEAUDELAIRE: Dancing.
MANAGER: Why?
BEAUDELAIRE: Because I need practice and I can do whatever I want on my break.
MANAGER: Okay, well, you’ve got five minutes left.
(Beaudelaire nods, and turns his imaginary partner so they are dancing around the room in the other direction.)