And so they danced…
This short story was written in response to a challenge from Froggy Crochet, see here:
The lake was deserted. Not another soul was there, and so they danced. Out on the quiet, still lake, they drifted across its silvery surface, exquisitely elegant.
Without a care, they danced themselves into each other’s hearts.
You could imagine that Tchaikovsky was inspired by their graceful beauty.
After all, he wrote Swan Lake.