Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The folk dancers gather, circle out, promenade, move to the music. A man in a brown hat calls out directions, and the audience whispers, “Is that English?” The Portuguese folk dancers are performing for a mother-daughter tea party in the church basement. “No, It’s Portuguese.” The women sit at tables with various china cups. We eat tiny sandwiches and beam politely at the entertainment.
In a white shirt with a blue sash at his waist, a grey-haired man focuses on his task of guiding the women. He is serious, glancing at the ceiling as if the next steps are printed there, or staring at the man in the hat for the next command. He is precise while the other dancers play. Naturally, he is the one I love the most, so I stop paying attention to anyone else in the rotation. I am grinning to the point of confusing my neighbors, who begin to watch the performance more intently. How lovely to see up close the activities that people enjoy, where we invest our time, where we count our steps.
After the performance, the man slips out for a cigarette. He gazes at the sidewalk with great concentration and mentally reviews the performance. He taps a foot forward, shifts his shoulders involuntarily. He is dancing again in tiny movements, still gazing at the spot ahead of him, trying to remember if he turned left when he should have gone right.
–Colorado.
Beautiful imagery Paige!
Thanks, Mandy! When I saw him outside smoking and half-dancing, I thanked my lucky stars! 😀
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
FOLKDANCING!!!!
USED TO REALLY ENJOY DANCING….BUT THE SETTING WAS MORE MUNDANE. A NICE POST! 🙂
I love at-home dance parties, myself, but I admire those who will dance over tea! 🙂
It is most definitely, “lovely to see up close the activities that people enjoy, where we invest our time, where we count our steps.” Thank you for taking me there.
Next time, come to OPorto. You definitely would like it too! 😀
Thanks for the tip!
Loved this post! I am so fond of this kind of people. Your description is beautiful, felt as if I was there!
Thank you! I am glad you could feel as though you were there. That is part of the fun of the stories–to see if anyone else really tags along. 🙂