Dancing With James

I first met him when I was only fifty-seven. I was in the coffee shop carrying a horseshoe when he rushed in. He was wearing a pea green pith helmet, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his beard, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the horseshoe down when he sprinted beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the horseshoe right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to dance.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the psychic reading business for a bottle of rum. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the psychic reading business, I learned that his name was James, and that he was a surgeon. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a pilot.

I guess it was love at first dance. Some might say we had feathers in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was seven years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still dancing for each other.