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The Titanic lives on.
Care to dance, my love?
by Aussie
The Astors and Rothschilds were dining in the first class area of the luxury ship, the White Star liner, Titanic.
Gold cutlery and crystal glasses were filled with the best champagne. Below the majestic staircase, the wonderful band played a Strauss waltz.
"Well, my dear, we men will retire to the smoking room."
"What is that light?" Mrs. Astor pointed.
"Oh, just the divers looking for the wreck of the Titanic."
"Care to dance, my love?"
75 Words Flash Fiction contest entry
The Astors and Rothschilds were dining in the first class area of the luxury ship, the White Star liner, Titanic.
Gold cutlery and crystal glasses were filled with the best champagne. Below the majestic staircase, the wonderful band played a Strauss waltz.
"Well, my dear, we men will retire to the smoking room."
"What is that light?" Mrs. Astor pointed.
"Oh, just the divers looking for the wreck of the Titanic."
"Care to dance, my love?"
Gold cutlery and crystal glasses were filled with the best champagne. Below the majestic staircase, the wonderful band played a Strauss waltz.
"Well, my dear, we men will retire to the smoking room."
"What is that light?" Mrs. Astor pointed.
"Oh, just the divers looking for the wreck of the Titanic."
"Care to dance, my love?"
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75 Words Flash Fiction: The ghosts of the long dead passengers of the Titanic are still enjoying the fateful voyage.
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