Just A Wiggle (Story)

Helen glided a finger across the pages of her local paper, with a biscuit in her other hand. She took a bite and pondered whether she would actually go through with it this time. Libby her cat stroked her anxiety away by brushing her right leg and nuzzling into her Mum. Helen indecisively sighed then stuffed the rest of the biscuit into her mouth. Scooping Libby up to cradle her like an infant, Helen read then quietly recited the same words:

First ever Beginners’ Dance Class with Anyas Samuels. Thursday the 18th of April 2021

Helen was a ball of energy on the day, despite all her preparation in the weeks leading up to the event. She couldn’t believe Anyas Samuels, thee Anyas Samuels would be front and centre before her inhaling and exhaling the same air. She didn’t feel worthy, although her boyfriend Imran told her that she was being rather dramatic. Imran nodded nonchalantly and stated matter-of-factly,

‘Didn’t she lose to Renelle what’s her name on that dance programme? What’s it called again…Quick Shoes?’

Imran tutted with temporary frustration at his poor recall of a television show he was forced to endure. Twice a week. Simply for the love of the slightly obsessed Helen. He momentarily opened his mouth to ask his hun a question but decided otherwise. Imran couldn’t help but wonder why quick-learning Helen would doubt her ability to dance, whilst spending so many hours imitating dance choreography on the television.

Despite, her ease and fluidity at home Helen would always shy away from any overzealous actions on the dance floor or any other floor. Not even her favourite songs could muster a move in social settings. Not family functions, work parties or even at the multi-functional restaurant and clubs creeping into the area.

Imran decided to tag along to the class for moral support. He figured he should lend some moral support to encourage Helen’s breakthrough. Imran had acquired a sleep debt whilst he waited with Quick Shoes fanatics to buy his love tickets to the coveted dance class of the season. He hoped to distract Helen from her typical birthday wallow about ageing and what to her scrupulous eyes only, were clear signs for cosmetic surgery…

Copyright Teherah Wheeler (©) 2020 All rights reserved.

Image from freepik.com

All the best

Teherah xXx

Published by Teherah

Teherah started her career as a Children's Leisure Instructor then went on to work for several charity and council organisations including centres for young people with complex needs. The former experiences propelled the change from play work to teaching assisting and healthcare, which perpetuated her fascination with language and additional needs. Teherah appreciates most creative forms: literature, art, music, and dance.

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