The Dance of Life
Leaving the most notorious bar in a state of confusion, I stumbled out on Jackson Street with a heavy heart. Still wearing the same gray suit from yesterday, I walked the familiar street like a somnambulist. Just before yesterday, my life was full of optimism and effervescence. I had had an enjoyable career as a doctor who was on the verge of convincing NASA to support my desire to carry out an experiment to find a cure for cancer. More importantly, I had a lover whom I met during a lecture on the recently discovered cutting-edge technology to cure cancer. We both fell in love with the work and eventually a spark of love blossomed between us. We continued to meet after work every day, and each day was a blessing from God to me. We agreed to get married soon afterward and go on a honeymoon to France, a country that we have always desired to visit. Just when I thought everything was perfect, my girlfriend called off the wedding. She called it off even though all the invitations had been sent to the family and friends. As I listened to her explanations of how she was not ready to start a family with me and how she had to prioritize work over her personal bliss, I suspected that those were excuses to h
Still in a fit of rage, I stirred some troubles in the bar by kicking the chairs and hurling bottles of wine all over the place, and got kicked out by the bartender. Before my eyes, I saw a party with many people dancing on the grass with the sun still a couple of inches above the horizon. As we danced into the state of oblivion, I understood that this dance would be the last dance of life for me. Still holding a half bottle of Burgundy on my bloody right hand, I continued to drink voraciously. The beautiful creature had rested her head there as we continued to blend spirits into the rhythm of music. I could also hear jazz music recorded by Duke Ellington. Confounded by these newfound sensations, I felt a light touch on my shoulder. But then, what did I care? I lost everything in my life except the job in one day. I did not realize how long I had been lying unconscious on the street. I soon collapsed as I attempted unsuccessfully to kick an empty Pepsi can away from me. I cursed at the guy and kicked things that stood in my way. At the same time, I felt a stinging poison penetrating my body. Her physiognomy immediately captured the center of my heart. Feeling comfortable, I embraced her as gently as I could, forgetting all about the other couples on the dance floor.
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