The End of Loneliness
June was sitting in her chair in her apartment with the television turned on. Rain was beating against her window, as she was thinking back on her life. June was now 88 years old. Where did all the time go? It went by so fast. Her career was in her mind, flashing like it hasn’t for years.
She looked at her arms, so many wrinkles. Loneliness has been her life for many years now. Her husband and her only child were deceased. June kept looking at her television as a dance show came on. An older man came out to dance and he stared from the television.
Finally, he said, “June, is that really you?”
“Yes, it is,” she replied. “How are you doing, Fred?”
“I am doing well, but I miss our old times together.”
June said, “I do too.” June sat there thinking of the times that they had touring the country. They spent years traveling from city to city showing up in the finest dance halls in the country. Those were the days when singing and dancing was at its peak of entertainment. Fred reached out from the television and said, “Come to me, June.”
June said, “I can't, Fred, my dancing days were over years ago.”
“June honey, you look amazing, I am sure you have a lot of dancing left in those beautiful legs of yours.”
June replied, “ Stop it, Fred, you are making me blush.”
“I had a lot of dancing partners in my life, June. You were the special one, the one that really touched my heart. I felt sad when you left the tour and married, Alan.”
“I was torn between you and Alan. I loved you both,” said June.
He said, “I know he swept you off your feet. He just had more to offer you than I did.”
Fred kept reaching out from the television. June wanted to go to him, but she just felt that she had no more dancing left in her.
The love in June’s heart was making her feel warm. She wanted to dance again. Her body was starting to tremble. She loved Fred, more than he ever knew. She was so torn between him and Alan. It wasn’t that she loved Alan more, actually, the love for them was equal.
Again Fred said, “Come to me, June, please come and dance with me.”
June couldn’t hold back any longer. She wanted to be with, Fred. Dancing with him again like they used to do in the 1940s would be one of the most special things in her life. She got up from her chair, Fred’s hand was reaching out from the television screen. Their hands touched, sparks flew from their hands, it was magic, they both turned back sixty years younger.
They were on television before millions of viewers doing the Charleston, the Jitterbug, the East Coast Swing, and the Lindy Hop. The dances of many years ago. The audience was screaming and clapping, people were sitting at home smiling, thinking to themselves that those dances were so amazing.
After the last dance, Fred looked into June’s eyes and said, “I have been in love with you for a lot of years. I never got married, I was too heartbroken when you walked away.”
June said, “I had no idea that you never got married.”
They were standing there on the stage in the dance hall in Indianapolis where they appeared in the late 1940s. Fred took June in his arms and kissed her like he wanted to do sixty years ago. It was magic, just like the clock was turned back. They both looked so young.
June had been holding a book in her lap as she was sitting in the chair. It dropped to the floor and make a loud bang. June woke up, it was all a dream. It was just all a dream, she thought to herself. Tears were flowing down, June’s cheeks, she didn’t even bother to wipe them away. What is the point, she wondered?
“I just had my last dance,” June said to herself. She closed her eyes, in a few seconds her heart beat for the last time. June’s life ended with a dream that made her happy. Maybe that is the way our lives should end.
Copyright Larry W. Fish 2017