He Could Have Danced All Night
Chapter 20 of Snowbirds, a serialized novella-in-flash by Margo Rife
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I’m dancing with a dreamboat. No. This isn’t a dream. I only dream of sharks. This is real life—my new life as a Floridian. I’m standing so close to handsome guy I can smell his aftershave. He shaves! I observe a faint five o’clock shadow on his cheeks.
It’s five o’clock and I’m at Taboo Bar dancing with Sterling Roberts. My sister stood him up after my aunt arranged the date. In the awkward confusion, Sterling had turned to me at my aunt’s house and asked, “Do you like to dance?” My aunt pounced on this. “She is a most accomplished dancer. Right, Lyla?”
For the past six songs, Sterling and I have been dancing. Not cheek to cheek. But my “date” is an accomplished fast dancer. How is that possible? He plays football for the University of Florida, and everyone knows large muscular men can’t dance. Wrong. Out on the floor, he feels the beat (snap) and moves to the rhythm (clap). And he has tremendous stamina.