Dancing

She was dancing…
She danced the best an enthusiast child could.
Flailing arms, turning round and round and round…

Oblivious to the people surrounding her on the dance floor in the open,
in a foreign country…
Where they spoke various foreign languages she couldn’t understand…

But she didn’t care, because she danced.

People were reduced to flying patches of colours, so very beautiful.
She smiled radiantly,
She laughed as only a child could do.
A child that didn’t care for the words that were sung,
Music is a universal language that all can understand.

And she was happy as she turned, surrounded by all those colours in the light…
While it was dark at the same time,
Sunset had been hours ago.

She was tuning, spinning and whirling round and-

Nothing…
as well as too much.

She had hit something,
Someone she saw running away.
A child, younger than she was,
A girl with blonde curls that enclosed her face,
bathing in tears.

The music seemed to be so very far away,
She could only hear the crying…
Only see the girl running to her mother.
Shame flooded her senses as she understood what had happened.

She hadn’t wanted to,
But she had…

She had hit the girl, who now reached her mother.

The image seemed to stand still.
A blonde girl in her mother’s arms who had knelt down and…

Her eyes fell on the sight of a boy next to them.

He appeared to be the girl’s brother but being so very different.
Blonde hair next to black,
Pale next to tanned,
The girl was sniffing and he…

He was smiling,
Smiling at her.

Hesitatingly she returned the smile, shyly…

She had fallen in love with the boy at that moment.

A love she would never forget…
A love she wouldn’t see again after that day.

-The end-

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A Memory of some holliday abroad...
of a girl who wasn't yet a teenager.