Instalment One Hundred and Thirty

How to dance with Fear
You will try and choose the song for your dance with Fear but you not be that lucky. Fear is the kind of asshole who will sidle up when you least expect it and say “May I cut in?” Fear will grip you tight so that no escape will seem possible.

Fear will turn to bribe the bandleader, Fear prefers a tango but will go with what best suits the mood. A Lambada is not out of the question, Fear cares not about its forbidden nature. Fear has even been known to limbo, no one can go lower than Fear.

Fear, however is not a good dancer. Fear will tread on every toe on the dance floor, a whirling dervish with no concern for the wellbeing of others. You will smile through gritted teeth, your eyes watering as you dance with Fear.

You must remember that your time with Fear will only last as long Fear controls the dance. Once you take the lead and start pushing Fear round the floor, Fear’s grasp will slacken from your sweaty palms. Fear’s wondering eye will move on, looking to cut in on another unsuspecting dance partner.


You have now danced with Fear.

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