A Two-Fer

Last week was Spring Break and I was out of town so while I did write the story in my notebook, I didn't get it up for you. So today you get two stories! Isn't that fun? And today is an audience participation day. On the "shoes" story (which will be the second one) you need to tell me how it ends. Be creative! Use imagination! Think of something unexpected! And then write it in the comments or on the Facebook post this will be attached to. So first of all, a "silhouette" story. I love ballet which inspired this story. And second you will have the unfinished "shoes" story. Let's see what you come up with!


Silhouette
The glow of sunset filled the room as she entered. Though the light was bright upon the mirrors, she left the curtains up reveling in the warmth. She set down her dufflebag and got out her slippers. Her hands went automatically through the motions of tying the strings before she took a CD to the sound system. She walked to the bar, the light streaming through the windows surrounding her like a jacket as she began her exercises. When she could feel her muscles warm and ready, she turned on the music. For a moment she stood motionless on tiptoe, allowing the music to sink deep within her thought. Then she began to dance.
As the music ebbed and flowed she twirled about the room. Her body was lithe and graceful taking each step in turn. The steps were as familiar to her as walking. Dance was in her soul and music in her heart.
He watched her from the doorway. The light in the windows behind her was still bright and made it impossible to see her clearly. He merely saw a silhouette dancing about the room, but he knew who it was. She was there every evening after her day job at the cafe across the street. There were many evenings he would watch before continuing on his way. He smiled and set down his bag before quietly entering the room. The music reached its crescendo as he approached her. When she paused, he gently took her hand.
She started and drew back. After his silent plea she continued her dance, now adding him in and following his lead. They twirled, leaped, and spun. When the music drew to a close, the sun had dropped just below the horizon leaving a fiery glow in the windows which cast the room with a rosy light. Out of breath she smiled at her dance partner. "It's a shame you weren't here at the beginning of the song. We make quite a pair."
"Perhaps tomorrow I'll stop by earlier," he replied.
She smiled again. "Tomorrow."

Shoes
It was the day he'd been preparing for since before he could remember. He laced his shoes and looked out over the track. He could hear thousands of voices in the stands like the buzzing of loud bees. The announcer was telling the outcomes of a different event. But he ignored all these. He focused on the track ahead.
Even his shoes could feel the excitement in the air. They were simple running shoes, white with golden wings drawn on the heels with permanent marker. They were tied with neon orange laces, double knotted to ensure they didn't come undone on the track.
The runner took his position. The shoes quivered with anticipation. Other shoes lined up on either side. Black shoes. Green shoes. White shoes. All waiting for the sound of the starting gun.
There was a blast and the race was on.
Now you fill in the rest! What happens? What race are they running? Comment below or on the Facebook post to tell your version of the story...