Picture 2
KendallJaye Collard’s Picture Choice: Second
Title: The Tango
There she was. Like nothing before or after.
She was a lone red rose unafraid to bloom in the middle of winter.
I watched her on the dance floor. She knew all the steps by heart. Her face was calm and confident as the music commanded her feet.
ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR-FIVE.
ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR-FIVE.
Her tango seemed to last forever. Her dress whirled and captivated. Her hands never breaking from dance position. Her eyes closed. Her soul focused.
I felt like I was intruding.
But roses are meant to be admired, right? I couldn’t tear myself away.
She kept count in her head.
ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR-FIVE.
ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR-FIVE.
And abruptly the song cut. Her dance was over. With all her grace, she glided across the floor to gather a towel to wipe the sweat from her brow.
“I miss you Johnny.”
I know Janie. I miss you too.
But she couldn’t hear my ghostly voice.
I relaxed and let myself go knowing I needed my strength to return tomorrow to watch her dance again.
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