Dance

Listening to Canned Heat insipired this mini story. I am by no means a dancer. My moves resemble an epileptic seizure. Apologies to epileptics.

******

Shawn was sad.

“So many people were happy when I danced. My dancing made me forget. Others forgot too.”

The police removed Shawn from his apartment that evening…

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