The First, Last Dance

Today, I'd like to share one of my short stories with you. I hope you enjoy it.



My palms were sweaty, weight shifting from one leg to the other. My mouth was so dry I could barely swallow. I was thinking someone would have to pry the half dollar from my hand if I gripped it any tighter. One more person ahead of me. Finally, I’m in.

It was darker than I had imagined. Great! Maybe no one would notice the gravy stain on my left sleeve. I had prepared meticulously. Hair slicked back with a huge “Elvis” wave, held in place with lots of Brylcream. Pants with razor creases, cuffs turned up just right. The pencil, thin tie didn’t quite match my outfit, but it would satisfy the “tie required” rule. I had waited for this moment since I was twelve years old. Becoming a teenager shouldn’t take this long.

At first I had trouble spotting Sylvia,.....


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I really need the pennies. And , who knows you may find some other things I wrote. Feel free to tell your friends. Sounds pretty hokey, but what the hell, nothing ventured, nothing gained.