Chapter 1: John and Cassandra’s Old Dance Steps
I remember when the dictator ruled the land. The quiet was awkward and there was no music. Music had been banned. The streets were empty, some people remembered dancing the night away. Had tapes, records, and CD’s hidden in their attic. That every once in a while when no could see they would pull out, look into the vinyl, scan the back of the paper cover, remembering the twist, tangos and slides of years past. The feel of your partner guiding you across the floor or you leading your lady. Now there was long hours of work and all or most free time was spent working. No one dared say it, though they thought it often. Remember, when you danced the night away and you felt so much better. Whatever problems you had. It became our vice and did no harm to anyone nor ourselves. No excessive drinking or fighting, just dancing and everyone got into it. No one dared even remember because the soldiers that stood on every corner made sure they didn’t. You could feel the music in their hearts but no one was going to give their life for a step or a song. Everyone used to dance and you couldn’t stop the rhythm. Waiting for that one day someone would take that boom box outside and begin blasting the track from the past that made us want to step, but not this now socially barren and desolate land.
As John looked out the window, morning had come and he watched the sun rise beautifully with shades of yellow and red and purple the draped the sky like the stripes of the American Flag. His one main goal was to win over Cassandra Hughes who was married to the basketball player who was always at an away game. He was in an international league she was getting lonely. Every night she’d cuddle up with he...
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...ward. No one expected him to have so many secret. Speculation had went around the office that he was very much involved with one of his co-workers exclaimed the office gossip. As if trying to spread it like it was a contagious disease. The Manager running down the hall, wishing she could take her hand and place both of them on her mouth. Thinking in her head “It’s the only way to keep it shut.” “ Ms Carol Johnson, in my office now”. Tim had learned to play dirty, having secrets. The small town he was born in seemed more straightforward, but much like any animal on our great planet, he learned to adapt. Tim’s Manager’s had secrets as well, and most were hidden from the staff but Tim knew and she knew Tim Knew. As she began to interrogate Ms. Johnson’s motive and didn’t want to fire her due to her excellent performance and the strong need for workers in her company.
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