That Which Amounts to Nothing

First their eyes danced, glancing and winking. Then their feet danced, carrying them in intersecting paths. Next came the dance of voices: introductions, banter, flirtation.

He anticipated the dance of lips: she replied with the dance of the open palm.

Nursing wounded pride and cheek, he retreated, his rhythm lost.


This story was based on a title suggested by @Wolfgang_Cloud.

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