A Very Short Story by Carlene Love Flores
I’m a dancer in an oil field.
The one with the velvet couch.
You’re always quiet when you come and watch.
One day you stopped me in my tracks.
You blinked and a tear fell.
Because you refused to explain,
I had to beg god to tell me why.
Finally
One night
When i was 92
I danced all I could and then collapsed on the velvet couch.
You came over.
Stood in a particularly big puddle of oil.
You poked me to see if i was still alive and I pointed my toes.
Your eyes looked like they’d been through the carwash.
You mouthed please dance in heaven for me.
I nodded.
CARLENE LOVE FLORES 