Last Dance

Hold on to those you love. Dance in the rain. Dance in the sun. Dance until the end. I’ve got to stop watching true crime.

“For the last time. I. Am. Not. Dancing.”

“Come on, Cecelia. It’s not like I’m asking you to marry me. It’s the Fox Trot for Christ Sake.” Billy pulled my hand, and the dancing shoes pinched at my toes. That didn’t matter because his smile was infectious, and it made me want to say yes to anything.

“What if they laugh. They’re all staring.”

Billy puffed out his chest. He cut a handsome figure in his white navy dress uniform, it was bright under the lights of the ballroom.

“They are only wondering what a fella like me is doing with a lady like you.”

She was glad the rouge on her cheeks was bright, because it would hide her blush. “Okay, but only because you are shipping out tomorrow.”

“Yes ma’am.” He smiled and she wondered if it would be the last time she danced with him.

It was.

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