Tuesday, May 15, 2012

They Shoot Horses, Don't They?


  1. For a moment, he thought it was really snowing and his mind flashed to another time when the snow fell and he danced with a woman, no a girl, in his arms. That silly, crazy day, he skated with Lori, the two of them being the only people crazy enough to brave the cold and the wind.

    He remembered feeling the warmth of her, how her lips tasted of cherry lip balm and forbidden fruit. At 15, she was two whole years older than he was.

    They skated until they couldn’t feel their fingers, then they stuck their hands under each others clothes to warm up.

    Even today, as he danced with this no name woman with no light in her eyes, he could feel his stomach muscles react to the cold of those fingers.

    They had finished that day with a long, lingering kiss and, as they parted, Lori said, “Thank you for this perfect day. I will remember it always.”

    As she said it, he remembered, she was already gone. He had passed the moving truck on his way to the pond.

    He tried to say, “No,” but only watched as she walked away.

  2. As day turned to dusk and on into night, the dancers were able to stretch their legs a bit more as the numbers of couples in the competition slowly dwindled, two by two, as one or the other partner was unable to continue, causing the pair to leave the dance floor, providing that little bit of extra room for the remaining couples to increase their strides, which allowed them to loosen up muscles that had been threatening to cramp, so that as full dark settled in, the few remaining couples were in top form, wowing the crowd as confetti fell, time ticked down, and the band wailed the frantic finale to the annual dance-a-thon.


    "Yowsah, yowsah, yowsah" the emcee barked over the loud speaker.

    Four couples remained. A Dance Marathon deem to torture the participants and entertain the masses. Whoever lasted the longest won the loving cup.

    Arturo and Stella was one of the four pairs of dancers. Stella was usually light on her feet, but after twenty-seven hours she was getting hard to handle. Arturo by now was also worn and felt as if he had been dragging Stella around for the last hour. She was a tiny thing, graceful and demure. It was a sure bet that WHEN they won the prize she would become his wife.

    Three now. The tempo picked up. Arturo remembered that this number made people jump, but he could only shuffle his feet. Stella leaned on his chest and slip along with him.

    Down to two. The excitement was building. The band caught its second wind and was playing with a new drive. Confetti started to fall from the rafters. Arturo pulled his beauty along into a waltz. The crowd cheered.

    The other couple stopped moving. He had fallen asleep on his partner and she couldn't wake him. He mumbled something that the judges took as "I'm done!" Arturo and Stella had won!

    The judge came to stand between them clasping their hands to raise them in the air. Arturo's arm went up as tears streamed down his cheeks. Stella went down in an ungraceful heap. Arturo knew she had been dead for the past sixty minutes.

  4. I walked into the room, with no friends to accompany me or a date. Oh< well. That is me. I don't know what happened or how I felt but I can tae a guess. Depressed, Alone and petrified. I was wearing a little pink dress and bright red shoes. I reall just hoped I survived.
    Then I saw him. He came up to me and said, " Hi, are you Anne?" I seriously almost collapsed. I was at a loss for words. "Y-y-yes, why?" Yes. I stuttered. I was probably sounded like an idiot. But, that is what happened. Just being candor. "Well, I needed to meet you. Come, follow me, now!" We ran out of the ballroom, before anyone could ask us what we were doing.
    We ended up going to the classroom 103. I noticed something that I did not notice before. He was glowing. "What is your name?" "I am Andy." "Is there any reason you dragged me here?" "Well, I have a problem, I sorta have to have you save my world. Not outer space, the paranormal world. My mind was racing the gears turning. I didn't know what to say! " What?!" " The villians of my paranormal world want to take over the living world. You are the only one that can stop it." Someone anyone, please hit me! "How exactly do I do this?"
    My answer is...