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They Danced - Flash Fiction
One, Two, Three…
He turned on his iPod. “Do You Realize” by The Flaming Lips slipped through the speakers turning their hug into a gentle sway. Then they were dancing. Dancing in the middle of an abandoned parking lot on a night when dancing was the last thing they should be doing.
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - we're floating in space
They’d lost everything that night. Just inside that dank hospital where dreams, as well as people, died, laid the cases of their two best friends. Helpless, they held each other, desperate for a sense of reason. She closed her eyes against the memory of the blinding light and the earth shattering screech of the unsuccessful breaks.
Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die
Just three hours before, they were getting ready for what was supposed to be a night of celebration. Her novel was getting published. His restaurant’s grand opening was in two weeks. Their now lost best friends had “important news”. Naïve young adult dreams were being actualized.
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
Just inside those doors, the world was ending. The two people they needed more than any others were being yanked through to the other side. Early. Much too early. Nothing could undo what had been done. She prayed for a rewind. He wished for relief. And they danced.
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Two lives were ending…a third unlived. And they just danced. Danced in misery. Danced in celebration. Danced for remembrance. Danced for understanding.