Story: The Best of All Dances

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This was inspired by a prompt from 

stardreamer and fills the “Dancing" square in my 2-1-17 card for the Valentines Bingo challenge. This piece is 297 words and complete.

 

The Best of All Dances

One. Two. Three.

The band plays in three-four time; the music bright and the lighting dim. The ballroom surrounds us but we cling to each other. You follow the movement of the music and I faithfully follow your lead. This is how our love begins.

I. Love. You.

My dress is winter white; the train a whisper across along the aisle. I step to the music we chose together for this moment. Forgoing Mendelssohn in favor of Strauss. I watch as tears of joy streak your cheeks. This is how our marriage begins.

Two. Blue. Booties.

We wanted to wait until they arrived, to enjoy the surprise. Whether we would all dance together to the Pink Lady or to Blue Danube, I wasn’t concerned. Just as long as they’re healthy was what you’d been saying since I told you the news. This is how our son was born.

To. Bed. Angry.

We forgot to keep dancing. The Minute and The Second were retired to make room for all of the minutes and seconds you spent at work and we both spent stressed. I thought we’d grown apart. This is how our separation was born.

I. Miss. Us.

Our son was dancing in the Nutcracker and we are forced into close proximity for the first time in several months. I tightly grasp your hand as we each cry proud parent’s tears. Yours are shed as we hold each other once again late into the darkest night. This is how our estrangement ends.

Three. Two. One.

They play Chopin and Talsur in our memory. We’re to be laid down side by side at the end of the ceremony. We’ve danced through life and death together; this time I’d led, and faithfully you followed. This is how our Waltz ends.