ARE YE DANCIN’?
With the first beat of the song he was transported back 60
years. To the first moment he met her. He had asked her to dance to this very
song. He whirled her around the dance floor joyously, then he kissed her. Full on
the lips in front of everyone. A bold move
in 1950’s Ireland.
‘God I miss ye Mary’ he thought, tears began to streak the
deep set wrinkles on his face. He cried silently on his bar stool, while the
other patrons threw sideways glances at him and moved slowly away.
‘Ah’, he thought, ‘they don’t know, they can’t, too young, I
was young once too, she made me young.’ He grabbed a young man by the arm,
and shouted ‘she’s etched on my skin, engraved into my heart!’
He turned around, settled back down and sipped his Guinness.
‘God I miss ye Mary’ he thought.
Gorgeous. LOVE THIS. You really communicated a whole lifetime in a few breaths, a few beats of a song. Great VisDare. :)
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