Corn shocks, hay bales, pumpkins and what seemed to be miles of colored crepe paper had transformed the gymnasium of the high school into a magical place of autumnal wonder for the Harvest Ball.
Thomas and Abigail held each other as closely as the stern-faced chaperones would allow, swaying in time to the soulful clarinet music of Artie Shaw’s “Frenesi”. They were young and so in love and so blissfully unaware, mere weeks from now, their world, their lives, and their destinies would be forever changed when Japanese zeroes laid waste to Pearl Harbor.
By the end of the war, neither of them was the same person they had been and the love they had felt went unrequited as Fate led them to follow two quite divergent paths.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction writing prompt: dancing.