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This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt.
She had always wanted to dance barefoot in the rain, and the tennis courts were invitingly empty just after the storm.
The light rain felt soothing to her skin after the great heat and she twirled languidly, imagining herself a courtisane hoping to catch the attention of a noble or perhaps the king himself.
She was sure the voices she heard were in French, a language she didn’t know, but she tried her best to reply politely and was curtseying low when the nurses spotted her and hurried over to get her back inside.