Lemonade, dancing, a hot day

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Outside, on the footpath, (a hot day), is a child with a can of lemonade and a family. He is spinning around the post just outside my door, slender and agile, spilling none.

He turns and dips around his mother. She’s standing in the shade, using her phone. She says: Please concentrate on what you are meant to be doing. And he, in acknowledgment, turns faster, round and round, spilling none.

There’s a sibling sitting in the front seat of the car, door open, hot seats, sticky with his own drink and watching on. The dancer dips and hoots, making outrageous angles with his head and elbows.

Spins…

…around the post, around his mother, dances madly for his brother. The brother nods.

Back to the post, a cool metallic partner that supports his smooth zigzag to the ground and back up into the heat. Spills nothing. It’s time to go.

Mum says, ‘Use the bin,’ and he does, smoothly.

They leave.

 

Artwork by Denis Gonchar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Lemonade, dancing, a hot day

  1. When I was a teen I held my cup of coffee (yes, I drank coffee then) and didn’t spill. Walked and talked and drank coffee and didn’t spill. I couldn’t understand why older people couldn’t hold their coffee cups level while they talked and sipped. Coffee splashed over the rims. I’ve caught myself with an unsteady cup a few times these past couple of years. I must be getting older!

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