She turned around at the sound of the patio door opening and stared at him. He was a shadow against the background of the darkened room. As he walked towards her, she put out her cigarette to welcome the chance of embracing him completely.
“Will you dance with me,” he whispered in her ear.
“There’s no music.”
He let out a small chuckle and said, “We’ll make our own.”
His humming echoed in her mind as he led her around the area of the patio. The bright light of the supermarket next door highlighted them, as if they were in a spotlight. She quietly sang lyrics into the air, trying to capture the moment in her words.
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2 responses to “dance with me”
good write.
This is beautiful.
Hopeful.
~ X