Here is my Friday Flash Fiction (55 words) inspired by this painting. Thanks for reading!
Carried by the flight of dance, Sonya's mind released the bindings of a patriarchal reprimand: “Keep your place and write no more.” Shaken, she had swept up the ashes of her story fragments. Aunt Anya pulled Sonya from the fire and told her, “Stories are made in your dance. The words will come.”