Tower Ballroom
When she steps onto the floor, every head in the room turns to see, all eyes on her.
“Is it Saturday?” she asks the nurse.
She is a born dancer, they say.
She could be a professional. The foxtrot is her favourite dance.
As the music starts, she glides across the floor in a dress her mother made her for occasions just like this.
Is it Saturday?” she asks.
On Saturdays she comes here to dance.
“Is it Saturday?” she asks the nurse.
She is a born dancer, they say.
She could be a professional. The foxtrot is her favourite dance.
As the music starts, she glides across the floor in a dress her mother made her for occasions just like this.
Is it Saturday?” she asks.
On Saturdays she comes here to dance.
