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Serial Micro Fiction – The Dance 7

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“Ah, that. Think nothing of it. I did rather sneak up behind you. But it was the only way to escape.”

“Escape?”

He waved toward to dance floor. “Too many people all saying nothing. Seems we children are emulating the adults too well.”

Onyx nodded her agreement. “Coming was my punishment.”

“For what?”

“For blowing a hole through the castle wall when I was practicing a new technique.”

Rather than being terrified of her and backing away, Crowned Prince William smiled. “Your brother is on my father’s personal retinue. I wonder if Duke Aldarius would allow two of his children to serve the crown.”

Serial Micro Fiction – The Dance 6

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“You are even more terrifying than I remember,” Crowned Prince William said.

“I… am sorry, Your Highness.” Onyx bowed stiffly and sheathed her blade.

“You put magic in your blade?” There was awe in his words.

She ignored his question. “Again, my apologies. If there is anything I can do to make amends-”

“Amends?” A frown pinched his brow,

“I would really appreciate it if you didn’t tell my father I pointed a blade at you.”

The crowned prince smiled.

Socks!

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A strange thing to talk about, especially as most of my life I have worn plain black socks. Well, after I was allowed to wear pant suits instead of skirt suits. *shudders*

First were these awful things called trouser socks for women. Imagine nylons, but in sock form.

*shudders again*

They were what I wore for a long time under suits then, as dress codes relaxed further, under dress trousers.

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My Skyrim socks would definitely not have been permitted.

Then Gold Toe started making socks for women. I traded all of those ridiculous trouser socks for Gold Toe. I thought it would make laundry easier as all of the socks were supposed to be exactly the same.

Except they weren’t.

Same socks from different packages were different. It made laundry worse.

Then my company went full-on casual just over a year ago. That means jeans every day. It’s odd to think I started my career in suits every day, and now we can wear jeans. Not only can we, it’s expected. If you wear dressier clothes, people start to raise brows and wonder if you’re interviewing or going to a funeral.

At the same time I was being forced to replace my socks. My older ones were starting to sag as the elastic pulled, but so were my newer ones. As with so many things, they just don’t make them like they used to.

Several sales people where I work, even before the dress code change, wear fun socks. The louder the better.

On a whim, I bought a pair of Zelda socks.

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These. You have to really be looking to notice, but I know.

I love them! Yes, they’re men’s socks. They are warmer than any women’s socks I have ever owned. And they stay up. And they are fun.

So, I bought several more pairs.

I now have enough of these fun yet practical socks to wear every day of the week. I am quite happy with this little splurge.

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Socks for long meetings where you wish you could fireball the presenter.

I may never go back to “normal” socks again, and I know I am never buying women’s socks again.

Serial Micro Fiction – The Dance 5

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A figure slipped into the shadows beside her.

With speed that would make a king cobra jealous, Onyx grabbed the dagger at her ankle, sent a bolt of magic through it, and turned to face the intruder.

Her jaw fell open as she stared into the surprised and slightly terrified eyes of the crowned prince.

Onyx groaned inwardly.

She couldn’t fathom the punishment her father would come up with for her for this.

Serial Micro Fiction – The Dance 3

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Children playing dress-up, trying to emulate their elders.

Practice of another sort, her mother had called it. Onyx wasn’t certain what good all of this did.

Onyx wanted to escape the ball more than anything.

She didn’t mind being alone. Preferred it, actually, but she knew it made her mother look bad.

Here she was, the only eligible daughter of one of the most influential families in all Broadland, and she stood alone on the sidelines.