FOWC with Fandango — Floor

I remember going to a disco with my sister and her future husband, making up a foursome with his friend.
Sis and FH were all over each other, but his friend and I didn’t hit it off, though we were friendly enough towards each other.
The music tempo changed from the smoochy stuff to upbeat and I wanted to dance.
I’m not that good, but I could hold a rhythm then, dipping and twirling with the music.
The dance floor was busy, but I found a space on a slightly raised platform with about half a dozen others. I honestly thought he was behind me, but he turned on a sixpence, went up to the bar and got another drink, just for himself you understand.
The small group of dancers decided to sit down, so I had the little dance floor all to myself and enjoyed the music on my own.
Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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3 Responses to FOWC with Fandango — Floor

  1. Sadje says:

    A nice story. The guy didn’t appreciate you.

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