[Write The Story] Grandparents Acting Like Children

“And I’m stuck at the Urchin Table, you expected me to be the responsible one?”

Angela rolled her eyes as she cleaned up ice spilled on the table before heading back onto the dance floor.

“Who jammed a gluestick up her bum?”

“They always try to squash our fun. Have a seat, Nadine.” Mort kicked out a chair.

Nadine sat primly in her matron’s dress. “It’s about time. You ready?

“Inertia’s hard to overcome, but the dream did foretell this solstice. Let’s do this.”

Nadine nodded once then sailed off to alert the others. With one more silly face to the children, Mort levered himself up and headed to the bandstand. The oldsters slowly invaded the dance floor unnoticed to the other younger adults. Mort whispered in the bandleader’s ear.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the grandfather of the bride has a gift to the couple. He’s the composer of a special piece.”

Mort cued the musicians and the elders. And the room erupted into a wild combination of the Hokey Pokey and the Chicken Dance.

Word Count: 213

Written: 5/15/20 20

Tags: dancing, fiction, flash fiction, grandparent, music, Piccadilly, Write the Story