White ribbon

Ever seen a belly dancer?



~A memory~


A smile ghosted on my lips as I was shown a beautiful white ribbon.

The dancer floated in front of me, wisping, twirling and wafting the alabaster stream.

The gaze pierces through the cloudy veil, ensnaring my senses, inviting, promising enticing.

I try to grasp the mist like cloth as it traced its erratic path, but its like the wind it eludes my touch.

My futile efforts are rewarded by the echo of a smile as the twists and turns take over.

The dance was near its end when a stray breeze catches the thin white ribbon and somehow snaps it on its edge.

Like a broken dove it tumbles to the floor as the dancer makes a final turn.

I am captivated by the beauty of it all.

So today as I walked past some shops at lunch time, this little memory found me asking the sales person behind the counter.

Excuse me, would you happen to have a white ribbon for sale?