Louis Smith . . .We love you!!!!!!!!

Here is a little piece of indulgence using 5 sentences and using the word delicate. It's not a story but a piece about our visit to the O2 to see the Strictly tour and LOUIS!!!!!  Enjoy. x

So pretty and sparkly . . . . . . .

 

Natalie . .where's Louis?

There was nothing delicate about the audience as we waved frantically and cheered madly as the dancers came on to the stage; their costumes vibrant, sparkling, gorgeous which just doesn't come across on the TV.

One dancer in particular raised the roof, an Olympian for Team GB in Gymnastics and champion of Strictly Come Dancing 2012 Louis Smith; cutie, sexy, talented dancer, cheeky grin and just so darn nice.  

His dancing was amazing; back flips, somersaults, tricks and that iconic lift from Dirty dancing sent us all into a frenzy of cheers, screams and claps and when the judges scored we booed Mr Len Goodman for his measly 8 when Bruno and Craig (Mr Fab-U-Lous himself) gave 10s.

We were lucky enough to have tickets in a corporate box at the O2 thanks to Sister’s boyfriend but it meant he had to come so he brought his friend and my Hubby to keep him company as I sat with my Sister and the Mad American.

Fortunately, Hubby was on hand to take pics and video of the night so I could concentrate on the dancing and the awesome show that is Strictly but after a few beers, his photography skills were failing; I’d say they failed at the start as when I looked through them, they were all of the professional dancer Natalie and my Louis hardly featured . . . . . just desserts though as he had a rather delicate head the following morning. . . .

We couldn't help but clap All. Night. Long

What are you doing Bruno!! (bottom r)

For my real 5 sentence fiction piece, click here for a thriller on Delicate. xxxxx

  

5 Sentence Fiction Delicate

The delicate fragrance lingered long after she had passed and he breathed in the intoxicating smell, letting it invade all his senses and his mind. It was all he could think about as he left his seat in the train carriage and followed the smell as the train pulled into the station.

He spotted her walking up the stairs and he quickly made his way off the train unable to ignore the smell any longer; night after night he had smelt her, watched her and ignored her . . . .  until now.  

Now was the right time for him to introduce himself; his confidence overflowing as he picked up his step, hoping to catch her up and share with her his love of perfume, her perfume.

In fact he was sure he carried that very same perfume in his pocket, the very same perfume that he had left with the last woman after she had said no; the newspapers called it his signature and penned him the rather unimaginative 'Perfume Killer'. . .   

Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week lillie mcferrin  will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.