Dance like no one is watching, Blog like no one is reading


  He wrote in his diary:

“I found her sitting on a gravestone. She was talking to herself and cutting up handwritten letters with the biggest pair of scissors I had ever seen.

‘Hello’, I said.

‘Hello’, she smiled, nimbly snipping away.

‘Whom are you talking to?’

‘Everyone’ she smiled, waving her arms around the cemetery.

I smiled. ‘And why are you destroying those letters?’

‘I am not destroying them,’ she insisted, ‘I am just cutting all of the words out. I love words’

‘But why are you cutting all of the words out?’ I asked.

‘Because they are in the wrong order. And some of them,’ she theatrically sighed, ‘have been incorrectly spelt. What is your favorite word?’

‘I don’t know,’ I said, wishing I could think of something magnificent. ‘I quite like optimistic‘.

‘Oh that’s a great word’ she laughed, ‘Isabella Monkton’s favorite word is cantankerous‘.

‘Who is Isabella Monkton?’ I asked.

‘Isabella is over there,’ smiled the girl, gesturing towards a broken-nosed marble statue covered in ivy. ‘She sadly died in 1842′.

Whilst the girl was clearly loopy, I found her manner quite delightful, and so, not wishing to offend, I half-waved in Isabella’s direction and continued our conversation. ‘What is your favorite word?’

The girl carefully placed her giant scissors by her side and paused for a moment. ‘Oh I have so many favorites. It’s really hard to say, and it all depends upon my mood. Currently my favorite word is melancholy‘.

‘Melancholy,’ I sighed. ‘I’ve been melancholy all my life. In fact I was going to say melancholy but I thought you might be frightened by such a word and so I said optimistic.

‘Why would I be frightened of the word melancholy?’ asked the girl, clearly perplexed.

‘Well,’ I tried to explain, ‘whenever you say words like that, people are a bit shocked. They don’t know what to do with themselves. The moment they hear such words they form an opinion of you – normally a misguided opinion of you. It’s like telling someone you once had the depressions, or your favorite pop group is The Smiths. The moment you say it, you can see their faces change. Fear consumes them and they either want to stop talking to you – pretend that you’re no longer there – or they want to run away’

‘I love The Smiths,’ cried the girl, laughing for the first time.

‘Me too,’ I gushed. ‘What’s your favorite Smith’s song?’

And then it happened. The most wonderful thing in the whole wide world happened. In a cemetery. The girl began to sing. ‘A dreaded sunny day, so I’ll meet you at the cemetery gates… Keats and Yeats are on your side…’ Oh it was wondrous. Truly wondrous. I wanted her to go on forever. I wanted her to never stop. But the girl said she had other things to do and she needed to be alone for a while because ‘cutting out words and putting them back in the right order takes a lot of concentration’. I said I understood. I would bother her no more. But I was devastated. Truly devastated. Would I ever see her again? Did she feel the ‘stuff in the air’? I didn’t even know her name? There was so much I should have said. So many things I wished I’d asked and now it was too late. I had missed my one and only chance.

I closed the cemetery gate, lit a cheap-cigarette and slowly made my way back home.”


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5 Responses

  1. poeticscot says:

    Such a beautiful and emotive expression and the power of words that can unite two people – even in a setting such as you describe.

  2. Qabbani says:

    i need to Reread it

  3. afaf says:

    i have to admit, i got freaked out…by the setting and waiting for the climax of ur story…maybe i wanted u to say explicitly that the girl is just a ghost…dunno what i really wanted u to say then….but have to admit, it is really nice and keeps u on toes….
    bravo again….
    peace to all…

  4. sam says:

    so creepy…i love it!! is the girl a ghost??

  5. Maioush says:

    I totally agree, words can be stronger than we imagine, if we really pay attention to the words, things will look way different.


    I’m sorry I freaked you out, but this is not a kids story, I wanted to go to a different direction, a little deeper if I can say that .. thanks for the bravo , you always make me feel better witn you sweet commentrs 😀

    Do you want her to be a ghost?? 🙂

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