Barry had two left feet. No girl would dance with him twice.
Susie stood forlornly by the wall. She blushed when he asked her.
When the music started, she trod on his toes, and he apologised.
Years later, they reminisce about their first and last dance, still in perfect step.
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Here we are in the middle of the tribune. The music sucks and the noisy fans bother us. Chayanne’s dancing; we can actually see his sweat.
What are we doing here? Oh yes, the tickets were free and we’re so young.
“It’s supposed to be fun, isn’t it?” I say.
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I smelled her perfume, that flowery muskiness she used to drown herself in. It tickled my nose just the same. I imagined her dancing past in her wispy skirt, as if she still couldn’t let go of childhood ballerina dreams.
Just the way I still can’t let go of her.
Laura Widener is a wife, mother, and coffee addict living in rural Georgia. She holds degrees in Sociology and Human Services, and completed her MFA in Writing at Lindenwood University. Her forthcoming work will be found in Riding Light and NoiseMedium, and her previous work can be found in TWJ Magazine, Morpheus Tales, and Life in 10 Minutes. Visit her blog at incessantpen.wordpress.com.
The girl was a slight and whimsical thing. Her eyes were shining river stones, her limbs pale like pliant birch in winter frost. We danced duets beneath spotlights upon lacquered stages.
Was she really so jealous? I wonder as she stares down at me, hands dripping with my scarlet blood.
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Karen and I walked through the club admiring the performer’s dress.
“I love the design; it compliments her broader frame,” Karen said.
“The sequins are spectacular!” I added.
“We love your dress!” I called towards the catwalk.
The dancer pivoted and my visage changed.
“Jim!” I gasped at my husband.
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