Page 12 - Dance
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Dance
Anxiously waiting, nervously twitching, awkward moments as the young
man sits on the sofa. The flowers he holds seem so inadequate under
the burden of the glare from the man across the room. Nothing but the
clock ticking on the wall, silence…awful awkward silence…
Then relief as the echoed steps from the second floor soften as they
descend the carpeted stairs. The bright light from the chandelier in the
foyer accents the moment as the beautiful young woman glides into
view.
The two men, hardly breathing, jaws a gasp, awkwardly waiting for the
other to respond.
The young man stumbles forward and hands the fragrant array to the
blushing beauty. With a shy smile and a thank you she responds.
In the corner he stands, a proud father, an aching heart, and a quiet
tear caresses his face, descending, tracing the crease framing his grin.
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