Dancers on the Beach

Painting done by Kerry Pearl

Fallow her on Finding Time to Paint

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This is a short story I wrote based on a painting done by a friend of mine. Enjoy:)

She looked in the mirror pulling her stomach in and shoulders back, and standing as tall as she could, then twisting her body in the most unnatural poses as she continued to study her figure. He walked in she stood smiling, waiting for him to comment on how she looked.
“ Where are the keys?” he asked with a somewhat irritated tone.
“ Oh, I left them in my purse” she replied brightly.
He stood there and waited as she rummaged through her small clutch, the one she had bought to match the dramatic red of her dress.
“You look hansom tonight” she said hoping he would reciprocate, though the cut of the muddy, brown suit he wore was not particularly flattering on his thin, wiry frame.
He glanced at her briefly, and smiled.
“Are you going to be long? The ceremony starts in ten minutes”
“I'm ready. Did you put the sitters number in your phone?” she queried, slightly less brightly then before.
“ Yup, but don’t call her every ten minutes to check on the kids” he spoke, as she glanced in the mirror again, noticing how the light fabric was unforgivably exposing her continuously expanding rear end. ‘Maybe I should change quickly’ she thought’ pulling her hair up to see the effect.
“ Should I have my hair up or down?” she asked as he was about to leave the room.
“Leave it down.” he replied without turning his head.
She took one last glance in the mirror before she fallowed him out the door.
They sat quietly through the wedding, she admiring the statuesque bride in all her glory, surrounded by her young and lovely brides maids, her eyes misting at the tender words of love her future husband spoke so much more with his eyes then with his mouth. She dabbed a tear from her own eyes and slipped her hand into the hand of her husband, who shifted uncomfortably in his suit.
He wondered when the service would end, if he could take off his jacket, what kind of food they would have at the reception, and if they would have to stand in that line at the end to shake hands with the newly weds, or could they just slip out a side door. He pulled his hand out of his wife’s and started to tug at the sleeves of his suit jacket. Then stopped remembering that he probably had sweat stains.
She talked freely later at the out door reception , bonding with women she had never met before over the common ground of children, and general admiration of the bride and the ceremony. He watched her silently as the ocean breeze ran its invisible fingers through her hair, which she had wore down the way he liked. He smile with the rest of the table as she lead conversation and shared stories in her animated comic style, charmed as they all were at her openness, and amiability.
She loved being able to socialize without the kids, some how she felt like herself again, not distracted by little ones, taking pleasure in and the freedom she felt. She would often turn to him wondering at his silence hoping he was enjoying himself, as he and the most of the husbands sat quietly, throwing in a small statement or story here and there, but generally focused on eating then drinking as the evening progressed.
The music was in full swing she had gone out a few times and danced with the women she had just met, making friends on the dance floor, he watched her from the side. At the slow songs she would return to her seat beside him, watching as other couples embraced and swayed to the music. They would talk about the kids, how young the bride looked, and how nice it was to get away.
Later they sat quietly together, she rocking absentmindedly to the music, hoping he would ask her to dance, as he awkwardly picked at the label from his beer bottle. Suddenly he stood grabbing her hand “lets take a walk”. She stood and walked along with him towards the beach, their hands entwined in a easy manner, the silence now comfortable.
“You, look beautiful tonight, as always” he stated as they stood upon the beach her head resting on his shoulder.
“As always?” she questioned.
He smiled down at her, He knew what he meant, he meant that the same woman he saw right after she gave birth, when she was sick, or had just lost her temper on one of the kids in her housecoat with bed head, held the same beauty as the relaxed well dressed lovely wife he was holding right now.
The music filtered down softly to them he pulled her closer to himself swaying with the motion of the waves. They danced.
As the music changed he became more daring spinning her and dipping her as it struck him, bringing her lips to his own as they came together then separating again, as the glow of confident love danced within their eyes, a air of contentment hovered around them, and their laughter echoed bliss as they and enjoyed their stolen moments of happiness.
The bride stood with her new husband, watching the couple on the beach the woman graceful, the light material of her dress, caressing her body in the most complimenting way, the husband lean body seemingly strong the browns of his suit deepening in the fading light. She leaned her head upon the shoulder which now belonged to her and offered up a silent prayer that they could have that kind of enduring love.
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