The Twirling Ballerina

By Alycia Christine

A SHORT STORY about the beauty of life, the harshness of death, and the strength found in love.

As her life ebbs, a mother and her daughter discover solace from an unexpected source—a ballerina figurine whose twirling dance is more than what it seems.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alycia Christine
• Release date: Nov 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781941588222

Alycia Christine

Alycia Christine grew up near the dusty cotton fields of Lubbock, Texas, with a fearless mutt for a dog and a backyard trampoline that almost bounced her to the moon. She fell in love with fantasy and science fiction books when her father first read them to her at age ten. Her love of fiction writing blossomed during her time at Texas A&M University. Alycia’s fiction has received wide praise for its unique characters and vivid storytelling. Her award-winning art photography has been featured in Times Square. When she isn’t writing or shooting photos, Alycia enjoys long talks with her husband, drinking copious amounts of tea, and coaxing her skittish cat out from under the living room furniture. Find her at AlyciaChristine.com.

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The Twirling Ballerina

The delicate ballerina spun around and around in the semidarkness. A mahogany music box was her stage and a single moonbeam was her spotlight. Loren shut her eyes and tried to listen to the gentle