the dancer

a cutesy wootsie very short story

Laura struggled into the pristine white tutu and fiddled with it until it was on perfectly. She took her pastelle pink ballet shoes from their hanging place on the wall and slipped them on over her dainty feet. Laura walked to the full length mirror and checked her appearance, her make-up  was faultless and her hair was tied up off her face. She smiled and walked slowly down the stairs, she was no longer Laura, a five year old girl playing dress up, she was a beautiful ballerina.