Her last act that day was to burn the mistletoe. It's acrid smoke tainted the air where he
was lying on the sofa, bare foot propped up on two cushions. His audition for the part of Rumpelstiltskin had not gone well. The floorboards in the house were of solid oak and
came off considerably better than his foot. He'd delayed his visit to A & E. The truth felt
like too foolish a thing to tell. Besides, how could he have danced that evening if his foot
had been broken?
In normal circumstances, he never danced. That's what kind of an evening it was.