A Silent Dance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

A very short story which was the task of my writing class a few years ago.

A Silent Dance

Neill Farkhondeh

The sunlight, a humid atmosphere and it being the last class of the day all contributed to the ambiance of lethargy amongst the pupils. The teacher, affected by the environment, was trying her best. She uttered words with unease that went unheard as the pupils were barely attentive.

 Seeking respite from the heat and boredom, Benjamin rolled up his sleeves and pressed his forearms against the metal frame of his desk. His brief escape was interrupted as he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Maria holding a note. As usual he took the note and prepared to pass it forward but realised the note was addressed him. Not knowing if this was a cruel joke and not wanting to face embarrassment, he folded the note and put it in his shirt pocket to read later.

Benjamin waited until he was on the road back to the village; he looked around to ensure he wouldn't be seen. Surrounded only by fields of hay and a perpetual blue sky free of clouds, he opened the note. "Meet me in the old barn at five", read the note. He started to run so he wouldn't be late!

Slowing from run to walk and leaving a trail of dust in the air, Benjamin approached the old barn and gently pushed the door open. Standing in the doorway he looked around and saw Maria who was standing next to a gramophone.

Curiosity filled his mind like a puzzle he couldn't solve, he was politely confused and despite not knowing what or why, he was excited. The tingles within stretched from head to toe.

He walked in, not hearing the door slam behind him. Maria pointed to a spot in the centre of the barn. As he walked to the spot, Maria gently placed the needle on the record and walked towards him until they were face to face.

She took his left wrist and raised it until his arm was almost straight, level with his shoulder. Raising her right arm until it was at the same height, she pressed her hand against his and as if it were nature their hands softly became one. Maria took her other arm and gently wrapped it around Benjamin's waist, curiously, he did the same.

Benjamin felt a vibration, subtle like a gentle breeze flowing through the hayfields on a warm afternoon. Maria began to move, guiding Benjamin, who was half a second behind her and uncertain if stepping on her feet was the right thing to do!

Uncertainty slowly turned to certainty. He became her joyful shadow, doing his best to be at one with her movement. With the vibrations becoming stronger the feeling inside him intensified. There was nothing he could compare this to. He laughed and smiled without a thought. The moment itself was a novelty and the experience a revelation, for the first time in his life he was dancing.

The needle reached the centre of the record, the vibrations ceased but the joy remained

Maria stared at Benjamin. From one eye he shed tears of pain, from the other tears of joy, still smiling...still laughing.

 With his hands, speaking the only language he knew, he said "Thank you".

 

 


Submitted: November 08, 2021

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