Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge wishes they all could be California Girls. This week's word is "Split", and this story is called "Dance Class".
I tried not to stare, but it was hard not to marvel at the physicality of what she made her tiny body do. She was so light I could carry her like a child, but the floorboards would still vibrate with force when she jumped, splitting her legs to an impossibly wide angle then landing precisely where she wished. When she finished, she came into the office. She smelled like sweat and effort, sharp and clean, her hair pulled back in a bun. My heart pounded happily.
"You don't mind driving me home?," she asked.
"Absolutely not," I said.