One, Two, Three

Today’s word is “lockstep.”

‘Now all you do is the lockstep,’ her dance instructor said.

Sammy already got her legs in a lock of steps, and she didn’t have a clue what she was being asked to do next. It seemed a great idea, learning to dance for her wedding, but now her legs were in such a knot, she didn’t know what was right and what was left.

Why did they have to have this type of dance anyway? Why couldn’t you just get married and eat cake afterwards. Adam wanted her to have the whole experience. Her first marriage was a total disaster, and she never did get the experience of a happy start.

All she wanted was to learn the waltz for him. He took in an abandoned chick and nursed it back to life. No longer afraid of putting one step in front of the other in life, she needed to do the same for her wedding day.

‘Can you repeat that? she said.

‘About the lockstep, sure.’

‘No all of it,’ Sammy said, taking a step backwards.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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