Hi Bobbie,
This is a great "skit" that you've composed. Just to let you know though,
I've danced with my lady like this more than once, with both of our hearts on
our sleeves! The love we share makes the dance a thing of beauty!
With Love,
CtrlAltDel aka Dave
C4/5 Complete - 30 Years Post
Texas, USA
[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
Hi all,
I just wrote this short "skit" I don't know what to call it, for a writing
class. Could you read it and tell me what dose and doesn't work in it. Either a
word or phrase.
Thanks, Bobbie
A Celebration
Imagine a kind of love that inspires spontaneous slow dancing. A
daily
routine interrupted by a Nat King Cole love song.
ââ¦the greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved
in returnâ
A devoted husband helping his disabled wife of twenty four years, with her
sleeve that seems to be caught with in its self â inside out some people
call it.
In the middle of the day in the center of their living room they begin
dancing cheek to cheek, the embrace is important, not
the missed steps of paralyzed legs.
He whispers in her ear âI love you sweetieâ then twirls with her empty
sleeve. He giggles when he finally notice's a neighbor compelled to look in
their first floor apartment window at a man apparently dancing with a sleeve.
The husband graciously takes a bow and they laugh at the thought that
the
passer by can not see his beautiful wife sitting in a wheelchair with their
hearts on their sleeve.
