My submission for http://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2014/03/14/flash-friday-vol-2-14/ . I had fun with it.
“No,” Cole screamed angrily, “We are not going to the stupid bourrée again this year.”
“Every year Cole,” Anastasia screamed back, “You know damn well why we have to go, we go every year.”
Cole did know the reasons behind what he was beginning to fully recognize as madness. His options were limited however, he was in too deep.
“This is stupid,” he muttered as they walked up the weed infested walkway, “You know one of these years this place is going to fall down on top of us.”
Anastasia rolled her eyes and remained silent up until they were inside the collapsing building, that housed a dance studio in the 1940s.
“Aren’t they beautiful,” she asked him.
Cole sighed, “Honey you know I can’t see them like you do, they are dead!”
“You will this year you son of a bitch.”
She was right, when his heart stopped beating he could see them just fine.