The community came together as it always did when one of their own needed help. Someone organized a social. Food and music were donated. Items contributed for auction were sold, only to be re-donated and sold again. The potluck lunch served at midnight refuelled the musicians. Schottisches, polkas, waltzes, and two steps kept the crowd going until the wee hours of the morning. Finally, as the sun started to rise, the familiar smooth strains of Irene Goodnight took charge. Glide, step, glide, turn, glide, step, glide, turn. The old fashioned home waltz announced the end to the evening.
| Ann Edall-Robson Author, Photographer, Lover of Life "Capturing moments others may never get to experience. | Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - March 26, 2020 - Write a story in which a character takes charge. Who is this character, and what situation calls for their action? |
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