Suzanne Lambert Storyteller, Author and Blogger The Last Dance
© 2013 - 2019 Suzanne Lambert | All Rights Reserved
The Last Dance She looked so beautiful tonight.  There was something about her that he hadn’t seen before.  A new confidence and a slight blush to her cheeks that brought out the blue in her eyes.  Bill was remembering now the first time he looked into those eyes and his heart ached.  He could hardly believe how much it hurt to see her looking like that today.  So elegant, happily chatting to everyone in the room, smiling like she was the happiest person in the whole world.  The man she was dancing with was looking into those beautiful blue eyes with his arm around her waist one moment then swinging her round the next.  He too remembered swinging her around to the music and the sound of her laughter filling the room.  He listened now to see if he could still hear it but the sound of the music drowned it out.  He wanted to scream out loud telling them to turn the music off so he could hear her voice.  That would, of course, be ridiculous.  She no longer had eyes for him, she had moved on.  All he could do now was watch from a distance and think of happier days when he was the one she turned to. Bill had been happily married for more years than he could remember.  He was never good with dates and Josie was always the one reminding him how many years it had been as each anniversary came along.  He loved Josie very much indeed.  He had been one of the lucky ones with a marriage that had survived.  Yet today he wanted Madeline to be the one she turned to, needed, loved.  Just one last time. Josie watched him from across the room and closed her eyes for a moment to let the pain pass.  In her heart she knew he was thinking of Madeline now.  Remembering.    It was almost as though there were no other people in the room except the three of them.  She knew a piece of his heart had been taken by her and never returned.   He had been a loving and kind husband all these years and never once did he forget to tell her.  It was why she forgave him all those times he forgot their anniversary.  Josie had lost count of all the times he forgot her birthday until he saw the cards drop onto the mat.  He would be so apologetic and upset then rush out to buy cards and flowers.  Jodie would laugh and say it didn’t matter.  To be honest it didn’t matter in the least.  Bill loved her and told her so often.  Josie watched Madeline and her eyes filled with tears.  She looked around the room knowing people were looking at her their eyes full of sympathy.  Josie and Bill both caught Madeline’s eye as she danced passed and she smiled at them. Loving someone is the easy bit for sure Bill thought.  Caring, giving, a strong arm around their shoulders, always at the end of a telephone.  He remembered she had always had lots of friends and would drop him at a moment’s notice pleading forgiveness if one of her friends called with promises of a fun filled evening.  Never once had he complained, always waiting up knowing she would call him for a lift home especially after one glass of wine too many.  He never let her down.  In fact, he would sit late into the night hoping and praying she would call him.  Then at least he would be sure she got home safe.  He laughed now remembering how she would stumble into the car telling him he was her hero before falling asleep in seconds.  Madeline.  Such a pretty name and what a beauty thought Josie.  She looked across the room and smiled at Bill.  He smiled back and mouthed the words I love you.  Love you too she whispered back.  Josie made her way across the room and Bill watched her every step.  He stood up as she reached him, took her hands and kissed her.  ‘What are we to do’ she said to him.  They sat down holding on to each other’s hands with a vice like grip.  ‘Do you think anyone knows how we are feeling’ said Josie?  ‘Oh I hope not’ replied Bill, ‘especially not after all the smiling I have done today.’  Josie giggled.  ‘Does it still hurt’ Josie asked, looking Bill in the eyes.  Bill couldn’t speak so just nodded.  ‘Me too’ Josie said, allowing the tears to fall and not caring if anyone was looking or not.  ‘Why does love have to be so painful’ she said to him?  Bill had no answers. It had been a long day and an even longer night.  It was nearly over now.  The lights had dimmed and it was time for the last dance.  Bill looked at Josie who patted his hand.  ‘Go on my darling’ she said.  As Madeline drifted into the arms of her new husband Bill strode purposefully across the dance floor.  ‘Sorry son’ he said, ‘this one is mine’ and he took his daughters hand.  ‘Daddy’, whispered Madeline, as tears filled her eyes.  There was applause all around before a gentle hush fell across the room.  Bill took his daughter in his arms and remembered the day she was born.  The moment she had been placed into his arms for the very first time.  He had looked at Josie and began to cry.  ‘I’m scared’ he told her.  ‘Oh me too’ Josie had replied ‘but somehow I think we will muddle through’ she laughed.  They had more than muddled.  They had loved her with all of their hearts and now she was leaving them to live in Australia with her new husband.  It had been a devastating blow. Suddenly, cameras were flashing, wedding guests were applauding and Madeline smiled at her father.  ‘There are things called telephones you know daddy’, she said.  ‘I have already showed mum how to Skype and don’t pretend you haven’t been saving up to visit the minute I get there.’  She was being brave, she had to.  The music began and Madeline smiled at her father.  Come on daddy she said laughing.  I saved the last dance for you.
Suzanne Lambert Storyteller, Author and Blogger The Last Dance
© 2013 - 2019 Suzanne Lambert | All Rights Reserved
The Last Dance She looked so beautiful tonight.  There was something about her that he hadn’t seen before.  A new confidence and a slight blush to her cheeks that brought out the blue in her eyes.  Bill was remembering now the first time he looked into those eyes and his heart ached.  He could hardly believe how much it hurt to see her looking like that today.  So elegant, happily chatting to everyone in the room, smiling like she was the happiest person in the whole world.  The man she was dancing with was looking into those beautiful blue eyes with his arm around her waist one moment then swinging her round the next.  He too remembered swinging her around to the music and the sound of her laughter filling the room.  He listened now to see if he could still hear it but the sound of the music drowned it out.  He wanted to scream out loud telling them to turn the music off so he could hear her voice.  That would, of course, be ridiculous.  She no longer had eyes for him, she had moved on.  All he could do now was watch from a distance and think of happier days when he was the one she turned to. Bill had been happily married for more years than he could remember.  He was never good with dates and Josie was always the one reminding him how many years it had been as each anniversary came along.  He loved Josie very much indeed.  He had been one of the lucky ones with a marriage that had survived.  Yet today he wanted Madeline to be the one she turned to, needed, loved.  Just one last time. Josie watched him from across the room and closed her eyes for a moment to let the pain pass.  In her heart she knew he was thinking of Madeline now.  Remembering.    It was almost as though there were no other people in the room except the three of them.  She knew a piece of his heart had been taken by her and never returned.   He had been a loving and kind husband all these years and never once did he forget to tell her.  It was why she forgave him all those times he forgot their anniversary.  Josie had lost count of all the times he forgot her birthday until he saw the cards drop onto the mat.  He would be so apologetic and upset then rush out to buy cards and flowers.  Jodie would laugh and say it didn’t matter.  To be honest it didn’t matter in the least.  Bill loved her and told her so often.  Josie watched Madeline and her eyes filled with tears.  She looked around the room knowing people were looking at her their eyes full of sympathy.  Josie and Bill both caught Madeline’s eye as she danced passed and she smiled at them. Loving someone is the easy bit for sure Bill thought.  Caring, giving, a strong arm around their shoulders, always at the end of a telephone.  He remembered she had always had lots of friends and would drop him at a moment’s notice pleading forgiveness if one of her friends called with promises of a fun filled evening.  Never once had he complained, always waiting up knowing she would call him for a lift home especially after one glass of wine too many.  He never let her down.  In fact, he would sit late into the night hoping and praying she would call him.  Then at least he would be sure she got home safe.  He laughed now remembering how she would stumble into the car telling him he was her hero before falling asleep in seconds.  Madeline.  Such a pretty name and what a beauty thought Josie.  She looked across the room and smiled at Bill.  He smiled back and mouthed the words I love you.  Love you too she whispered back.  Josie made her way across the room and Bill watched her every step.  He stood up as she reached him, took her hands and kissed her.  ‘What are we to do’ she said to him.  They sat down holding on to each other’s hands with a vice like grip.  ‘Do you think anyone knows how we are feeling’ said Josie?  ‘Oh I hope not’ replied Bill, ‘especially not after all the smiling I have done today.’  Josie giggled.  ‘Does it still hurt’ Josie asked, looking Bill in the eyes.  Bill couldn’t speak so just nodded.  ‘Me too’ Josie said, allowing the tears to fall and not caring if anyone was looking or not.  ‘Why does love have to be so painful’ she said to him?  Bill had no answers. It had been a long day and an even longer night.  It was nearly over now.  The lights had dimmed and it was time for the last dance.  Bill looked at Josie who patted his hand.  ‘Go on my darling’ she said.  As Madeline drifted into the arms of her new husband Bill strode purposefully across the dance floor.  ‘Sorry son’ he said, ‘this one is mine’ and he took his daughters hand.  ‘Daddy’, whispered Madeline, as tears filled her eyes.  There was applause all around before a gentle hush fell across the room.  Bill took his daughter in his arms and remembered the day she was born.  The moment she had been placed into his arms for the very first time.  He had looked at Josie and began to cry.  ‘I’m scared’ he told her.  ‘Oh me too’ Josie had replied ‘but somehow I think we will muddle through’ she laughed.  They had more than muddled.  They had loved her with all of their hearts and now she was leaving them to live in Australia with her new husband.  It had been a devastating blow. Suddenly, cameras were flashing, wedding guests were applauding and Madeline smiled at her father.  ‘There are things called telephones you know daddy’, she said.  ‘I have already showed mum how to Skype and don’t pretend you haven’t been saving up to visit the minute I get there.’  She was being brave, she had to.  The music began and Madeline smiled at her father.  Come on daddy she said laughing.  I saved the last dance for you.