Friday, November 8, 2013

Endless Waltz

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.

It was Fate that, at length, reunited the two as residents of Briarwood Convalescent Home some 73 years later and, thanks to an Unholy Triumvirate of senility, dementia and Alzheimer’s, neither Thomas nor Abigail realized that the Harvest Ball had ended so very, very long ago and so, each and every day, they danced as if it never had.

This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction writing prompt: dancing.


  1. Now that's kind of sweet - they can be happy in their own worlds. Very well done.

  2. Very well written story! Loved it!