Guddling about in a frock shop, filling in time until the girl had finished sport. Mind drifting, along the lines of what to have for dinner.
Mid sigh I saw it! Peeking out from dowdy ranks of drabness, a sunray skirt! Finally a sunray skirt beaming at me.
Trying it on I didn’t see the middle aged woman I had become. I didn’t see where my spreading hips flattened the corrugation of the pleats. I saw, I felt, sparkling twirling floating diamonds catching the light from a mirrored disco ball, no cut the disco ball wrong era, back to the breathy sounds of Marilyn singing happy birthday Mr President, standing over air vents from a rumbling subway as I danced, as I danced, as I danced…
“Are you alright in there?”
“ Yes! I’ll take it!”

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