Here is our picture prompt this week from Bikurgurl.
Wearing her best tutu, Rosy practiced her ballet positions using the wall as a barre as she waited.
Not having a mirror to watch her movements, she remembered to breathe correctly as she stretched her arms and legs to imaginary music in her head.
The squeaking rumble of wheels in motion made her turn and she laughed out loud when she saw her Granpa pushing the biggest platform she’d ever seen, his toothless grin a mile wide in his crinkly face.
“Happy birthday Sweetheart!” he puffed.
“Pretty ballerinas need a music box to stand on, so I’ve made you one!”