The Dance

The Dance

A Story by Dave

The Dance


     Floating beneath the balcony  she scarcely seemed to touch ground.  The moon glistening on her

tresses that were billowing like giant waves  on the sea.  Stirring despite the fact there was only a

gentle breeze that was only slightly moving the leaves on the overhanging boughs.  Entranced, as he

always was, he sat like he did  on so  many lonely nights.  Sitting in his wheelchair in his upstairs

bedroom watching her in her sheer white gown knowing she was performing this special dance just

for him.


     While watching he remembered those times that seemed so long ago when they would dance as

one allowing the music and rhythm of the dance to envelope them.  He knew she performed this dance

 because of her love for him.  Watching her, though he loved the dance, filled him with despair knowing

he would never be able to join her in their dance again

     They were young and love came to them quickly.  It came as a bolt of lightning illuminating the 

evening sky followed by the deep rumble of thunder that growled on and on.  They held each other

tightly yet gently more afraid of letting go of each other than the flash and the roar that filled the sky.

He saw the fear in her eyes then kissed her and saw the fear turn into a grateful smile as she

nestled herself more deeply  into his comforting arms.


     They danced to the music of the rain falling upon them.  Barefoot they danced on the wet field,

humming, swaying, twirling  to the beat they both felt though there was no music to be heard, save

that of the rain.  He knew he loved her from the very start and best of all he knew she loved him too.


     Every evening in some way, shape or form they danced together.  On his arm she was as light as a feather.

He felt the stars above were probably jealous of her radiant beauty.


     Then came the fateful evening when the rain betrayed them.  He was driving them home through a

pouring rain.  A driver coming toward them lost control of his car.  It was all over before he knew it.

Though he swerved as hard as he could there was nowhere for him to go.  The other vehicle smashed

into the passenger side of his car.


     He assumed the EMS people thought he'd feel better if he were told that Katrina probably died  

quickly from her neck being broken.  They were wrong, it didn't make him feel better.  His only wish

was that he would have perished too.  The accident left him paralyzed from the waist down.  With

Katrina or not, he'd never dance again.


     After he recovered he found that every evening there was a full moon Katrina came and danced

for him.  She would come across the field, the moon providing all the light she would need for the

evenings' performance.  Tonight though was to be different.  It was the anniversary of their last horrible

night together.  Anxiously he waited for her to make her appearance at the edge of the field.  He wasn't

disappointed, like always she floated across the field.  She spun, and leaped high, light as a feather

into the air.  As she did her soft white gown wrapped itself about her legs.


     While she danced he slowly moved his wheelchair onto the balcony.  He moved  an until he was finally

at the top of the double set of marble steps that led down to her 'dance floor'.  He was mesmerized as

she sprang across the grass, at the same time he nudged his chair over the edge of the top stair and then

gave it's wheels extra shove.


     Both he and the wheelchair tumbled down the double set of stairs together.  All the while he kept

focused on her dancing.  At the bottom, when he and the chair stopped they were a tangled mess.

Katrina came to where he was lying and smiling down at him offered him her hand.  As though in slow motion

he smiled up at her, gently took her hand and rose to his feet.  Knowing he could now dance with her again, they kissed.  Listening to the music of their hearts beating in rhythm they began dancing knowing their love

and their dance would last for all eternity.

© 2016 Dave


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Thank you Dave for sharing the amazing story.
"As though in slow motion
he smiled up at her, gently took her hand and rose to his feet. Knowing he could now dance with her again, they kissed. Listening to the music of their hearts beating in rhythm they began dancing knowing their love
and their dance would last for all eternity."
The above lines. Perfect. Thank you for sharing the outstanding tale.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


Dave

7 Years Ago

Love - isn't it supposed to be eternal - with the right one? I'm delighted that you liked it.
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Coyote Poetry

7 Years Ago

I did like Dave and you are welcome.
Hi Philip,

I'm glad you enjoyed The Dance.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Hi Dave, solid story. Tragic yet with a lovely ending. I like how the main theme of her dancing weaves through the story and will continue for all eternity.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Dave

7 Years Ago

Philip - I'm very happy that you enjoyed The Dance. I admit it was a bit tragic, but it had to be i.. read more
Beautiful ghost take if eternal love. The build is lovely.

A little typo here 'smiling don at him'

Posted 7 Years Ago


Dave

7 Years Ago

I am so sorry that I seem to take forever to respond to comments. I appreciate your very much.

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David B. Pincus I am a retired teacher. I have taught in grades 5th-8th in New Jersey. I am married and have two grown daughters and four grandsons. I enjoy playing tennis and traveling. With m.. more..

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