Fond Remembrance

Heels tap across the floor.  Bracelets jingle around an arm.  A scarf folds and flutters off a neck.  Hips sway down the aisle.  The men's eyes herald the woman's arrival and follow as she walks toward the front pews, the corners of their mouths turning slightly to stifle grins.  The women claim not to notice through narrowed eyes. 

And a little girl, the daughter, learns the power of hips.

copyright 2001 by Candelaria N. Silva

Posted by Candelaria at 1/25/2008 9:17 AM
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  • 1/25/2008 9:35 AM Paula R wrote:
    This passage is so vivid, I can almost smell the flowers from the church yard, and feel the hot, humid air.

    And now I can see where you got your vavoom, confidence, beauty. Thanks for sharing!
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