Our Dancing Days

An angry lover who turned a place of dance and light into a place of death. A much-missed husband in the wrong place at the wrong time. Who will be waiting for Ann at the top of the stairs? A hall, a hall, give room!—And foot it, girls.—More light, you knaves! And turn the tables up,And quench the fire. The room is grown too hot.—Ah, sirrah, this unlooked-for sport comes well.—Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet,For you and I are past our dancing days.—William Shakespeare, Romeo & JulietAn Ann Kinnear Suspense Short from Matty Dalrymple, author of the Ann Kinnear Suspense Novels, including Book 1: THE SENSE OF DEATH.