Short Stories

Dancing With The Strange

Dancing With The Strange:

It was homecoming.

She was wearing a strange outfit. Her hair was fashioned in gentle curls that fell down to the beginning of her shoulders. Her hair was in a clip that screamed the 20s as it had a hat glued to the clip, it had a feather sticking out of the brim and jewels surrounding the rim.      

            Her dress though was fashioned as if she just walked out of the 50s, the black dress had thick straps that hung around her neck and the red belt folded around her torso, though her shoes were so 21st century, as they were red chucks.

            She was talking to a couple of her friends before a slow song began to drift through the room, her friends then scurried off to the dance floor to find their boyfriends’ to dance. A lot of couples began to sway to the base of the song with no lyrics. Whispers of the pairs carried throughout the room as she was resting against wall. Then a boy caught her eye, a friend of hers. He was tall, maybe five inches taller than her. He had dark blonde hair and gray eyes. Though they were filled with life, not that dull gray that expressed no emotion.

            She then skipped over to her destination and jumped right in front of him, which caused him to step back a little. His eyes met hers.

“I was wondering if you would like to dance.” She said while gesturing to the gaggle of people on the dance floor.

            He gave her an odd look, as they were only acquaintances, well to him they were. Though he nodded, “Sure.”

            And with that she took his hand and led him through the sea of people. When she found a small space she stopped and turned to her partner. She took his hand and held it in hers and placed her other on his shoulder. He hesitantly put her hand on her torso. She smiled at him, and he smiled slightly back. “I don’t really dance,” he whispered.

She still just smiled at him and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll lead.”

            As ‘abnormal’ as it was for a girl to lead, it suited them perfectly. She hummed along to the song with no words and swayed her head back and forth. Throughout the entire song he just looked at her, curious. He wondered what was going through her head. What word can describe her? he thought, as he couldn’t put his finger on it.

            And as the song came to a close she bowed, still holding his hand and said, “Thank you for dancing with me, dearest.” And with that she lifted up his arm and twirled underneath it, and let go his hand in the process. Instantly disappearing in the crowd. He was left in awe though he felt like he was cut off, left at a cliffhanger. 

Strange, he thought, that’s the word.