Balleto

BALLETO. From his apartment he peered into Bishop Ballet School. There she was. Just warming up. He liked the way she stretched her feet. He had been profiling her for two months now. Could be a great dancer, he thought as he lowered the high powered binoculars. The tiny skirt hanging from her waist. He remembered as a kid listening to his idol James Brown, imitating the soul walk in his room. His wrist watch buzzed and he jotted down what she was wearing.
What was happening now?
It seemed as though the young girl was staring out of the window. At him. He quickly ducked and continued watching her from a knelt position. Tears were running down her cheeks. Her blue eyes looking helpless. No one makes her cry. The teacher was shouting at her a bit too roughly.
Don’t worry, tonight we will dance.
He laughed at the sight of a young boy dancing amongst the girls. Where he was from, boys sold drugs and ran from the cops. He turned away from the window, playing a video in the recorder. James Brown appeared on the screen. It was a Teach Yourself How to Dance video and it was his favourite. He spent hours as a kid practising, practising and practising more dance moves. Do the soul train!
Back to the girl, maybe he could teach her a few moves tonight. He had been planning this night for months and finally it was going to happen. The lower part of his body tingled. It had been years since the last time he had abducted a young girl.
Ballet…ballet…ballet