The Thing About Swing

[georginasand]

" There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good" ~Edwin Denby

I think  I wrote a story, I'm not sure, but it has a beginning, middle, and end and it's fiction, so it must be a story.

The strange thing is that  I created them, but I don't know who these people are. I don't know how they are related, or why the dance to begin with. I can guess, but I don't know for sure. I don't know why they hated each other, or when, or how long ago they stopped, or why.

But here is is.

 

 The Thing about Swing

 

Slow…quick, quick…slow…quick, quick…slow. Give it enough time and the foxtrot will beat through your veins.  She could feel his hand settle under her shoulder blade…slow...quick, quick…slow. They had always been the ballroom type of people, and after so many years of hating each other, and dancing, and then not hating each other, and still dancing, if they couldn't talk they could always dance. Slow…quick, quick …slow.

 

It wasn't rushed, and she always had to count in her head… slow…quick, quick …slow. Because it was so darn similar to waltz, which her feet liked better and they would go off in that direction, if she let them. Slow…quick, quick…slow.

 

But after so many years of hating each other, and then not, west coast was best. There was tension in every movement, and they thrived on that. She could lead, if he'd let her, which he didn't, and didn't really need to, but she had designs on power, even when she didn't need that either. So she didn't lead, except once, when she did. But for the rest of the time, he didn't really lead, and she didn't really follow.  And they danced together, that's what it was, the together. That was the thing about swing.


I remain,
Georgie