This my response to the 99 word Flash Fiction Challenge prompt of ‘tapping’.
He started with a shuffle on the kitchen table, skillfully avoiding the remnant spaghetti bolognaise, wine glasses and tootsie rolls. (Some time ago, ‘she’ became ‘he’ with a ball change when she was living in Buffalo.) Confident of his Shirley Temple rhythm now, he performed a twirling arabesque to the draining board, hoping for a riffle effect but the leftover goose fat cooked his plans. Less than deftly, he shim-shammed across the Hot and Cold, where, alas, he lost his footing and lay sprawled in the sink with a broken ankle, one of the many drawbacks of tap dancing.
Six Crooked Highways 
Serves her right for dancing on the tables, Doug. Have a great weekend.
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There are some twists and turns there, but I’m with Robbie. It’s never a good idea to dance on the tables. Consequences were dished out.
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…and ambitions sunk 😏
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Ambitions sunk! You gotta try to tap out your dreams once or twice. He had a good rhythm going until the fall — something artists experience. I hope he gets back at the tapping his way.
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Nicely used ball change reference.
🤣
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It’s a tap dancing term. Can’t begin to imagine what other context you might be thinking about. 😉
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I know! That’s why I laughed…
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