Description
Every Friday at 9 PM, she dances a full waltz —
alone — in an empty parking lot.
Three minutes and forty-seven seconds.
Spins. Dips. Arms wrapped around someone
who isn't there.
Her husband Harold collapsed mid-dance on
their fortieth anniversary. The song was
still playing when they carried him out.
She never heard the ending.
So she's been finishing it ever since.
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