Ginger and Fred still live.
That is, Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire for you youngsters…
Lillie McFerrin posts a “Five Sentence Fiction” prompt.
This week it is: SHADOWS
The Senior Center Dances
William smiled as he looked forward to seeing Rose every Wednesday afternoon at the senior center without her husband Hardee being there; though William was also ashamed of how his anticipation stirred so many pleasing emotions he had not felt for so many years.
Aside from Hardee being a gloomy sort, a sourpuss, Rose loved to dance and Hardee would never offer to take her out on the dance floor.
William was always ready to oblige her, and would, in the grandest manner he could muster, try to sweep her off her feet after bowing to her, offering his hand in escort, and complimenting her on how wonderful she looked that day and every Wednesday.
She would whisper in his ear, “You dance as divinely as Fred” to which he would breathe the word “Ginger” slowly back into her ear, and she’d shiver and coo “ooh” like the loving dove she would transform into.
He would walk her out when the dance had ended, parting ways at the brick wall along Grand Avenue, returning to their separate lives and separate homes, but not severing their consensually intertwined shadows, continuing their dance, lingerers along the wall along Grand.