She came uninvited to the red masque, to dance on the shore while they waited for the end to come.
The clock struck midnight and she ran, fast as she could, and left her shoe behind.
When it was over, when the last of the sirens fell quiet, the shoe lay on the beach, beneath the settling ash.
This is for Three Line Tales 267. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Conor Luddy for providing the photo prompt!
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