The Dance

“How long has it been?”

“Far, far too long, my dear.”

They took each other’s hand, his other hand falling to her waist and hers to his shoulder as they followed the familiar steps. One, two, three, one, two, three; it was all so familiar. They met doing this, they were both a part of the local dance hall, her the instructor and he the student. Dancing was a way of life for the both of them, and as he learned to lead, she learned to follow. Soon, they were partners on the stage, going to various ballroom competitions galore and showing the competition up time after time.

Then, they became partners in the dance of life. Lovers and dancers making the world more beautiful with their presence. There were those, however, who found their union less than lovely. Her family didn’t approve of her being with a man of his “type”. They were planning on running, eloping somewhere that her family couldn’t reach them. Yet they followed her and the music stopped.

“I should have looked behind me,” Her voice echoed in the ballroom as he shook his head.

“Do not fret, we are together again, and that is all that matters,” He held his ghostly hand firmly in her wrinkled mortal hand, “Shall we dance again?”

They danced again, together, as they both faded into the night.