A-Z - DESERT & DANCING

D - I am blogging every day this month for the A-Z Challenge. Today's letter is D for DESERT and for DANCING - - -

But first here is my 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers prompted by this photograph on Rochelle's blog - follow the link on my blog list. I have used the letter D as often as I can!

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DUST

 Dust and destruction rained down on the street as Delilah’s father demolished the fire-escape. When she put his supper on the table he sneered, “That’ll stop you sneaking out at night, girl,” before shovelling food past his rotten teeth.

Delilah choked on bile and hatred. It was his sneaking into her room at night that had to stop. Her fist tightened on a knife, but she didn’t want to spend the dregs of her youth in jail.

When he went out, locking the door behind him, she phoned Darren. “Put a mattress in the pickup tonight – I’m going to jump.”

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DESERT Much of the south of Tenerife, where I live, is DESERT - this patch of land is between the airport and the sea.

The expanse of empty land makes our little car look very lonely

Even Tigger wouldn't eat the Barbed Wire plant

There is very little rainfall, even in winter, so cacti proliferate

and on my terrace the plants that flourish best are succulents.

And another D = DANCING
Many groups of native Canarians keep alive the traditional country dances. Once a month a group with its band and singers dances through the streets of our nearest small town and ends with a wonderful display on the Rambla accompanied by traditional instruments and songs.

As long as the children continue to learn the songs and dances the tradition will continue - and I have seen toddlers in infant schools performing the simpler routines.

If you've got this far down, please leave a comment and thanks for reading.