“May I have this dance, Eleanor,” Thomas asked as their favorite waltz lilted on the record player.
Taking Thomas’ hand, Eleanor stood for a moment smiling silently. Then, holding him close, they danced, gliding across the floor so effortlessly Thomas swore they were floating.
“It’s been so long, but you dance even better than I remember,” he said, “I could dance with you forever.”
She grinned toothily as she swung under his arm. When they came together, she kissed him.
Thomas did not notice his body collapse away from him. He did not care. He was dancing with her—Again.