Dancing with Shadows

by Moshe Dann (December 2013)

Sitting at the check-out counter, Doreen saw him the moment he walked into the pharmacy. She watched him hand in his prescription, his ponytail dangling, his tight-fitting jeans and wondered if he was gay, or had a girlfriend, or too many of them.

The house was quiet. The kids were upstairs in bed. She turned on the radio, soft rock music surrounding her as she danced alone in the darkened room, between scattered books and toys, piles of newspapers and magazines, swaying back and forth like a pendulum.

Some people eat to live, she drank from a half-filled bottle of wine. I live to eat!

Shaking her head wildly, her yellow ribbon fell. Her dress began to tear when she picked up the ribbon.

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