If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance...
She loved it when they danced. It was beautiful. It was elegant. It was graceful except for when they made a mistake.
"No." Nymphadora said, and approached the happy couple. They just needed a few instructions. "You have to hold her like this." She said, and came up to stand behind the woman. She guided her partner's hand to her hip, his other she made sure held her's in a proper grasp. "You have to hold her like you'll never let go."
The couple was easy to find. Everyone nowadays fancied themselves a dancer. They saw one show or one group of celebrities kicking it across a stage and they thought they could do it too. There are countless studios now across London to cater to those desires. That was how she found Shirley and Paul. Nymphadora gives them a few more instructions. Their vacant eyes and faces don't object. They just continued with their steps.
She left them dancing on the rooftop.
Her reward comes the next day when she reads the morning paper and sees that the bodies of Shirley and Paul Gallagher were discovered. With no apparent signs of foul play, it points to suicide or an accident. Nymphadora's smile is small but catlike as she puts the paper down.
She loved it when they danced.
"No." Nymphadora said, and approached the happy couple. They just needed a few instructions. "You have to hold her like this." She said, and came up to stand behind the woman. She guided her partner's hand to her hip, his other she made sure held her's in a proper grasp. "You have to hold her like you'll never let go."
The couple was easy to find. Everyone nowadays fancied themselves a dancer. They saw one show or one group of celebrities kicking it across a stage and they thought they could do it too. There are countless studios now across London to cater to those desires. That was how she found Shirley and Paul. Nymphadora gives them a few more instructions. Their vacant eyes and faces don't object. They just continued with their steps.
She left them dancing on the rooftop.
Her reward comes the next day when she reads the morning paper and sees that the bodies of Shirley and Paul Gallagher were discovered. With no apparent signs of foul play, it points to suicide or an accident. Nymphadora's smile is small but catlike as she puts the paper down.
She loved it when they danced.