She had never expected the Chero Competitions to be so…theatrical. Lani had said she’d love it but before today she just couldn’t have imagined ‘rhythmic gymnastics with a cello’ to be anything but awkward. But Lani had dragged her along anyway saying if she wanted to reinterpret traditional arts this is where it was happening. And she was right.
The final movement, the debach, was just beautiful. There was a level of intimacy between the performer and the cello that made it seem so personal, almost erotic. She had never considered her passion, embroidery, as a sensual theatrical performance before. But now…
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
To disengage gracefully from a cello.
The drawer where your mother keeps all the presents you gave her that she never liked.