WRITING PROMPT CHALLENGE #1
“Life is just one big dance. Everyone dancing to their own tempo, their own beat, with varying dynamics. Some dance with a group, others with a partner, some alone.” Tobar looks at me, his eyes glimmer with an impossible depth. “And that’s okay, some of the most beautiful dances are solos. Because those dancers, as they spin round and round they never lose track of their beat.” Tobar carefully places my small hand over my heart and I can feel its steady rhythm. Together, we sit there. The stars shine overhead, impossibly bright in their beauty.
As Tobar rises to leave he pauses and draws close, his voice like the rich, dark clay that lines the river floor, “Do not fear syncopation, Brisha. It ties together the world’s melody.”