Photo by Javier Allegue Barros on Unsplash All she wanted was a dance. Years she had waited for her chance to spin and glide. To be free. “Is it time yet?” she asked Percy. “Not yet. Soon, Cassie. Our time of rest will be over.” She sighed. How much longer? Percy reached out to her, to hold her. Yet she was still too far. As they had always been. Together but separate. Stuck in a timeless void. Cassie looked to the earth. “Soon, Perseus, we will dance together.” “Yes, Cassiop

Darien ran a hand through his short ebony hair. The dance was lame. Well, not really. The dance itself appeared to be fun. But going along with Jimmy’s idea to go stag with two other couples had been a mistake. Darien stood alone and bored against the wall of the dimly lit high school auditorium. The rest of his classmates pressed in a mob in the center, their bodies a unified mass as they convulsed and gyrated. Music vibrated the scuffed wood floor. Every pore under his dres

Ella brushed a third layer of Fire-Engine-Red across her lips, then glanced in the mirror of the vanity and giggled. I shifted in the hard seat and twirled a loose string from my shirt. “Are you sure you won’t join me at the dance tonight?” she said from her stool, her heavily mascaraed eyes on her own reflection. “I… we’ll see.” My teeth nibbled the inside of my cheek, a skip of my heart at the half-truth. She ran the brush through her blonde hair as the waves fell back into