He was sitting at the table watching the celebrations when the band began to play his favourite song. His eyes glazed over with memories. How many evenings had they danced to that tune together? How many times had he whirled her in his arms? His eyes automatically searched the crowded room for her. When he spotted her, her arm was linked through his and she was laughing. She had forgotten. He sighed and smiled a little sadly; she’d dance with him now.
He had turned away when suddenly, “Daddy! That’s our song! Aren’t you going to ask me to dance?!”
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Written for ABC Wednesday “D is for…”