She was okay until that bloody song came on the radio. The one where he used to take her in his arms and slow dance her around the old scrubbed kitchen table, while whispering how he would love her forever.
Then one day he just never came home. Got hisself shot in a drive-by.
She did her best for the kids. Every day. And mostly she managed.
But that one song…
She couldn’t believe it when she felt his beloved hands, and turned her face to his broad chest.
Dancing with a ghost solves nothing, but it beats crying…
Daily Drabble – Dancing
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