short stories by Vicky

Love is a tango. If you watch it as a spectator it looks easy, passionate, beautiful…. How somebody could even think about any suffering or pain in it? The music plays, the dancers can take their eyes on each other, their bodies go in a full harmony, their movements are pure poetry!

But look at the dance carefully, look at the eyes and the body language of the dancers… can you read the story? It’s old and young, wise and silly, good known and brand new… Just look at it!

The accordion cries, telling stories about loneliness and broken hearts. The darkness covers the stage as a warm blanket…

She comes alone, stepping slowly and carefully… the dress is red, the face is painted by bright make-up – don’t think she’s innocent angel! She’s a temptation and she knows it. Stay away, if you don’t want to burn your fingers!

She’s searching for him, waiting for him, inviting him to the stage…

He’s coming with sure, strong steps, looking straight on her. His body is full of strength, the shirt is unbuttoned, sleeves are turned… his male energy is so visible, that you have a feeling you can touch it.

No, he doesn’t answer her invitation… he’s just looking her, not sure will he come into the dance.

She’s tempting him, her body is calling him. Don’t you see me? I’m here, I need you! Conquer me, if you can!

He’s touching her. She’s closing her eyes, enjoying the contact. Then she opens the eyes, studying him. Is he the right dancer?

Is she the right dancer?

They’re going around each