Unlikely Swan

By Rosanne Trost Maisie walked into the ballet academy, ungracefully plopped herself down on the bench, removing her pink shoes, white orthotics and pink socks. Smelling her socks, she laughingly said, “Oooh, stinky.” She raised her shirt, black with “Ballet Academy” printed in white letters. She struggled to pull the top over her head, refusing … Continue reading Unlikely Swan