Now she was thirty five, a single mother struggling with her emotions and unsure of her future. (VIEW THE FULL STORY IN CAPTION) Years have passed, since her last visit to this space, her secret abode during her younger days. Now she was thirty five, a single mother struggling with her emotions and unsure of her future. Slowly, some images flash through her memory. The memory of a young girl slyly entering the terrace, she could see. The young girl's only companions were the stars and moon in the night sky. The young girl ran to the terrace corner which housed the water tank. She then began to sway her way with the night breeze. Plugging on a Walkman, she heard the latest movie songs booming in her ears. Her whole body imbibed the beats and transformed them into rhythmic movements, looked like contemporary dance was in full flow. The stars seem to enjoy this performance, so they invited all their friends to join the spectacle. The young girl kept practising untiringly until the day her orthodox family found her secret. Immediately she was reprimanded and forbidden to dance. The young girl tried to fight back but was chained in the bond of marriage. Now, the young girl stood on the very same corner as an adult, unsure of her widowed life. "Mummy, mummy", she heard a voice. So, she turned around, progressing forward, synchronising her steps to the music she heard playing in a distant space, closing the memory of her lost dreams and opening her arms wide to embrace her child. #shortstory #Collab #yqbaba #giftsydorcas #newwritersclub
