Drabble

[beer_good_foamy]

Here's a drabble that popped into my head and seemed to fit today's open_on_sunday challenge ("Twist/Plot")

Survival

Once when she was 12, Sam Zabuto lost Kendra in a crowd.

He found her staring at a group of dancers in front of a flatbed truck with an old-fashioned sound system blasting bass-heavy music; Marley, Tosh, Burning Spear. A boy, maybe 14, took her hand with a smile and pulled her into the throng. She danced for a few moments; when she saw Zabuto, she obediently returned to him.

All the way home there was a twist in her step, a backbeat of her own.

It took an extra week of training to get her defensive stance right again.

Comments

[frayadjacent]

Ah, this is great. Thanks for sharing!

[ladyjane]

Awwww, poor Kendra. I miss her. She never had a chance to be a woman in her own right.

[norwie2010.livejournal.com]

Now you made me all sniffly for Kendra!

[gillo]

That ending has such sad implications. I hate Zabuto, and we never even saw him.

[local-max.livejournal.com]

Dude.

(It was then that Zabuto decided that the problem was that Kendra had too many shirts. He realized that allowing her two was a foolish act, bound to lead to the kind of frivolous thinking that would get her killed.)

[speakr2customrs.livejournal.com]

This was extremely stupid of Zabuto. Didn't he realise that dance and combat are linked? Hadn't he ever seen Capoeira in action? He should have encouraged her to move with the rhythm rather than trained it out of her.

[angearia.livejournal.com]

/o\

[thenniel.livejournal.com]

Aww poor Kendra!