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A chapter in the book Short
A Dance with Nancy
by Bill Schott
I had my chance to dance with Nancy at the Hansel and Gretel fancy fund raiser. She was wearing white with a woven waist belt, while I wore a wrinkled and worn winter sweater.
"Hi, Harry."
Her words hugged my highly-motivated mind. She could have coughed my name and its sound would soothe the savage breast of the boldest beast.
'Nice night, Nancy,' I almost said. Instead, I placed my hand on my face and blew a jazz-influenced raspberry into my pink palm.
She smiled. It was a supernova negotiating the nighttime, as her dazzling enamel melted my mezmorized mental melon.
"Nance! Let's dance!" yelled Yancy. With that, the two began bebopping to the band's booming bass and boffo backup singers.
I fell back and sat against the flowered wall. A tear tried to issue from my face, but a tissue stopped that drop. Looking up I glanced at Nancy holding this paper hanky to my eye.
"Let's do the hulu, Harry."
I was about to jump up and jitterbug, but first found it necessary to blow my nose into the inside of my sweater neck.
She vomited all over me. The food of the gods was redirected to me, bathing me in her inner chemistry.
Nancy left with Lance, Yancy's younger brother. I waited for my mother.
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I had my chance to dance with Nancy at the Hansel and Gretel fancy fund raiser. She was wearing white with a woven waist belt, while I wore a wrinkled and worn winter sweater.
"Hi, Harry."
Her words hugged my highly-motivated mind. She could have coughed my name and its sound would soothe the savage breast of the boldest beast.
'Nice night, Nancy,' I almost said. Instead, I placed my hand on my face and blew a jazz-influenced raspberry into my pink palm.
She smiled. It was a supernova negotiating the nighttime, as her dazzling enamel melted my mezmorized mental melon.
"Nance! Let's dance!" yelled Yancy. With that, the two began bebopping to the band's booming bass and boffo backup singers.
I fell back and sat against the flowered wall. A tear tried to issue from my face, but a tissue stopped that drop. Looking up I glanced at Nancy holding this paper hanky to my eye.
"Let's do the hulu, Harry."
I was about to jump up and jitterbug, but first found it necessary to blow my nose into the inside of my sweater neck.
She vomited all over me. The food of the gods was redirected to me, bathing me in her inner chemistry.
Nancy left with Lance, Yancy's younger brother. I waited for my mother.
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