Dancing at the Mall
by Leslie Noyes
A song from my teens wafted down into the food court where I was engaged in a lackluster meal.
Putting a limp slice of pepperoni pizza aside, I rose from a red plastic bench and danced enthusiastically to
Twist and Shout, my Ferris Buehler moment, while lunch breaking students watched with open mouths,
Giggling and pointing at my intricate gyrations. I winked and smiled and reveled in the knowledge
That I’m alive and at sixty still capable of doing the audacious thing when the music hits me just right.