#Spooktober2020 Day 8: Waltz

Up to now, my friends and I had solved every puzzle, survived every horror of this sick fun house, but now they both lay in pieces among the hidden traps guarding the exit.

I bit my lip, reading the sign again. You made it! Just waltz on out!

Following the sign’s suggestion, they had both tried to just walk through. But spikes had popped up, tearing them apart.

I wondered if…

Sniffling, I danced forward, stepping in triple meter. Perpetually circling, as if a partner held me in their arms.

No spikes triggered and, as advised, I waltzed on out.

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