by Lyndsey Ellis-Holloway
It was the latest craze. All dancers were doing it.
How else did one stay thin enough to be on top?
Pills didn’t work, diets were useless—what was the harm in cheating a little?
Lucy’s flexibility had got her noticed.
The way her body moved and swayed with eerie grace. She stretched, twisted, and turned in ways other ballerinas could only dream of.
So thin. So beautiful. So talented.
Little did they know. Lucy was long gone.
The tapeworm egg she had swallowed and allowed to develop had taken over her entire body.
It had always wanted to dance.