By Emas
Another campus tour. Another simpering student guide, walking backward, reeling off statistics in a sing-song voice. Her mother scribbles furiously in her notebook and keeps near the front. She slouches, slows, tries to disappear. By the time she reaches the next building, the group has moved on without her. Resisting panic, she turns the knob of the first door she sees. A dance studio, high ceilings, bright sunlight, class in progress. One dancer sees her, comes over, extends a hand. “Do you want to dance?”
Breathless, “Yes.”
She’ll attend this school for the wrong reason, but she’ll still get her degree.
How does her decision get with Mum’s notes, I wonder. High ceilings and bright sunlight give the feel of a new world entered. Well done.
Friedrich von Schiller said, “There is no such thing as chance; and what seems to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny”. A wonderful short story.
A really short story – but it said a lot – knowing when to decide between what the head and heart say!
I enjoyed how “A dance studio, high ceilings, bright sunlight . . .” brought a change in direction–and college. The heart rules over statistics and scribblings.